I was moaning loud, calling Prabhu’s name.He never stopped eating my pussy nor complain. He moved one of his hands and spanked my ass while the othe...r was squeezing my boob. All this stimulated me very much and, I was close to my orgasm.“Prabhu, I’m close…..Prabhu, I’m close,” I said, holding his hair even tighter.He then moved both of his hands on my boobs, pinched my nipples, and pulled them. That was the tipping point. I tightened my legs, almost suffocating him. My body trembled as I. “Oh my God, that tickles,” he laughed. Her work only caused her to sweat more and her bikini became almost completely transparent. Her hard nipples were poking through the little bikini top, which he noticed.Mary repeated the same on his other leg, except that this time she was massaging his thigh as her hand finished his leg. She worked his thigh as he spread his legs apart. When he spread his legs and she pressed on his thighs, the material from his Speedo lifted enough to reveal blond. " Yes and a very beautiful one at that Kat. Let's drop it so you can go get your shower. Then we can eat because I am starved." Ok, Jon, but only if you wash my back."We finally got around to eating about three hours later. Every time I looked at Kat, she would turn a little red in the face. She told me no more Wicked Weasel Suits for her. I made a disappointed noise and she got red again and told me to stop it. I tried to leer at her but she kicked me under the table, so I started laughing. But it was NOT the type of crap he heard today, where the vocalist (he couldn't bring himself to call them "singers") sounded more like he was in pain, and had stuffed a rag in his mouth to muffle his screaming, while electrified instruments squealed and pounded with no sense of melody.Doubtless, the girls had come inside to escape the lingering heat of the day after sunset, and relax. His keen hearing could easily detect their silly conversations about boys they had seen strutting around.