It was a slut-fest out there. Most of the women didn't really care about me touching them, cupping their breasts and rubbing their butts. Some still t...reated me like the teenage k** who moved in years ago. One of them even tried making out with me but of course, we couldn't do it with everybody around. My cock was rock solid but my denims came in handy.My mom was carefully observing my behavior standing in one part of the street and was generally aloof from the crowd. She called me inside and. With every step, her ass swayed and jiggled, attracting more men. The skirt was too tight for her to walk freely and she was not used to wearing heels.If you looked at her cautiously, you could not just see her panty boundaries and impressions but also her bra cups trying to hold her melons through the costume.Mumtaz walked into CCD, pushing open the door. She made all the staff pause for a second, and the only customer inside almost poured his coffee on his pants. Mumtaz giggled, did she love. ‘Take all the clothes off.’ ‘What about you?’ he asked, voice hoarse, but he moved to shuck his coat. Oh, that was right, she was still dressed. How strange, she wasn’t cold in the least. She tugged at her nightdress, realised she was lying on it. Silly. She scrambled out from under the covers, got to her knees, and pulled the nightdress over her head in one motion. The linen made a white pool on the floor of the bedroom. She didn’t care where it landed, all her attention was on Jack. He. Veena gripped my rock-hard cock at the base with one hand and pulled him forward a bit. Her head bent down, her lips parted, and her moist tongue flicked out and touched the pulsing head of the blood-engorged prick. Ohhh, yeses, veena, yess! I groaned. My cock pulsed and jerked in her gripping fist. Her eyes widened with excitement as she saw a pearly white drop of pre-cum ooze from the slit at the top of my cock. Her eyes moved back to me for a brief moment, just to make sure that I was.