The same girl was standing there, this time with a hand bag and wearing tight yellow salwar kameez which clearly enhancing her curvy body.Before I say... something, she stepped inside and while doing so her boobs were brushed. I was speech less. She told me to close the door and come inside and she has got a surprise for me. I dumbly followed. She kept her bag on the tea tray and held my hand with her both hands and started shaking vigorously saying thank you…thank you very much…you were my good. The jealous feeling in the deep pit of my stomach is feeling strangely good now and my cock is throbbing harder than ever, an hard on always manages to cloud my better judgments."Go on honestly, it's all making me feel a little giddy," I continue."Well I can tell its having an effect on you down there, I'm soaking wet just thinking about it too." She opens her legs and I can see her juices trickling down her thigh, as if to drive her point home. "If you are sure you can take it?" Of course, I'm. He glides himself in gently and the room is silent for such a long moment, until they both moan out. They move together, starting their dance, the one they know so well. You can tell these lovers have been together for a while, to move with such grace. When I decided I wanted to watch two men together like this, I never in my wildest dreams thought it would be so sexy. It’s not even over and I’m not disappointed. I crave the desire to touch myself, while I watch them, but I cannot. I will not. “Ok everyone off her.” Gianni said.Greg slid his cock out of her arse and Sharon slid off Tony and laid on her back with her legs spread wide.“What’s a chairlift?” Sharon asked as she readjusted her fishnets and suspenders. I looked at Gianni and raised my eyebrows in anticipation of a response.“Tony and I will hold her up while you three take turns fucking her.” He said shrugging. “We carry her like a chairlift.”“Sounds good to me.” Sharon said as she pulled up her stockings and moved between.