Christy was also what she called "A Cumaholic". She simply needed cum in her mouth every day or as often as Dusty could generate it. Dusty had no comp...laints about this addiction of Christy's! What man would?Christy turned Dusty around in the shower so she could sit on the built in seat and sat down pulling him towards her. She wasted no time inhaling his thick cock and working her fantastic throat muscles around it. In short order, Dusty was blasting his load of warm semen into Christy's mouth.. She did this hip motion to pull them down since they were so tight and I turned to face her and her jeans were already on her knees and I saw the front of her thong: a white triangle with a pink outline. It was really fucking sexy but instead of looking all horny I asked:“What the fuck are you doing?”“What? I can be like this if I want too. This is my house too!” She said and sat down to pull out the jeans from her feet. I was astonished that she just took off her jeans like that in front of. Then as Dave was looking at the cliff, he noticed something. He movedcloser, surprised to find the beginnings of a narrow walk way up andalong the cliff, hidden by all the rugged edges, so that it was quiteeasy to miss altogether. In fact he thought that it was largely luckthat he'd managed to find himself in the right position where he couldeven notice it at all."Is this it?" Dave asked excitedly, his fingers itching to grab hisnotebook and make an entry. However he decided to wait until after. Before Ashok started fucking my Mom – Revathi in front of me, they were romantically involved many times.I was always a silent spectator of their sensual romance. This episode is an incident during the Vishu Pooja we always used to do every year. My father had not yet moved to Dubai. Ashok was his very good friend and often used to visit on weekends.My father and Ashok would get drunk till late midnight. As my father would doze off, Ashok would romance with Mom in the kitchen and lawn many.