He needed to feel her. Without warning he tucked his fingers past the hem of her panties and brushed his fingertips gently against her clit. He glance...d up at her as he traced her clit and saw her lower lip slip from between her teeth as her mouth circled in breathy a moan. His middle finger slipped inside her and she cried out. He felt her tighten suddenly around him and he thought she would cum, but she bit her lower lip and whimpered slightly and then relaxed. ‘Little worked up, Baby Girl?’. But my eyes were on Swati from the corner of it. Swati slowly turned her head to see her mom, and then she placed her right hand back inside the cushion and grabbed my hand.Her cunning smile brought a refreshing smile on my face too. Under the cushion, she started playing with my fingers. Twisting her smooth, soft girly fingers with my fingers. Swati took the TV remote and started tuning the channels.She tuned it at a constant pace. But at a certain channel, she froze for a few seconds more,. I gotout our 35mm camera and began snapping photos of the black-and-whitecouplewrithing in a very athletic, wild fuck session on the bed, fromall angles,even crawling down between their four legs and getting some good close-ups ofhis giant black prong penetrating her puffy pinkish-white labia into her hot-pink snatch. At one point, Fidel flipped the mover and had my wife riding atophim - she looked so tiny (at 5'5", 120)atop that black giant of a man (5'11",210 or so) and I was so proud of her. She gave a sudden, unexpected jerk, but didn’t turn. I asked her, would she like more of that? She nodded. I moved closer to her and hugged her, both my hands resting on her belly. I could feel her shivering. I was shivering as well. Her armpits were wet, I could feel sweat trickling down my armpit as well. Suddenly I remembered about the kids, I excused my self, went to the living room. I switched on the TV. Surfed to the channels, those days there weren’t many channels. I settled on a Cartoon.