Taking the pillow, I placed it between my legs. Closing my eyes, I imagined humping mom, enjoying my new incestuous urges. Finding a steady rhythm, gr...inding hard against my pillow, I moaned, “oh god mom, yes! Let me fuck you. “ With my door open, I must have been heard, especially as I moaned several times. It took longer to orgasm, masturbating this way but as my back arched and thighs clamped together, for me the satisfaction was far greater.Suddenly, I remembered the webcam and curiosity was. I could hear she was enjoying this and I could tell she had reached Sue’s pussy and was giving it a good licking. Suddenly Jamie was on his knees behind Tracey with one leg on either side of me. I pulled my fingers out of Tracey and watched in disbelief as Jamie slid his fat cock into her pussy and started thrusting in and out inches from my face. I decided to carry on licking Tracey’s clit as her hole was being stuffed. I could feel Jamie’s balls slapping my chin and Tracey’s juices started to. Curious, I lifted the top and pulled out a pair of used, black panties. I held the silky underwear up to my nose and took a deep sniff. Just as I thought – they weren’t Julie’s. Julie’s smell was very distinct, very gardenish, and she didn’t seem to be into the black frill underclothing thing. No, these panties belonged to Christie, her slinky dancer roommate. They smelled a bit dank, but also fruity. I looked around the bathroom and found a box of passion fruit douche — Christie’s, I assumed.. Suddenly both of us got intense. I started rubbing her fast, squeezing her breasts and butts. She started biting my earlobe, licking my neck.She was wearing kurta but it was covering just her shoulder. Rest was cleared for my hands. By now I was hard in my pants. She was a bit short and between her upper thighs, her skin was like hands were on butter. Bra straps came like ‘haddi’ in butter. Like any other man, I was bad at taking them off.She stopped kissing got up sitting on my tummy took her.