That was just the teaser, getting us ready for the real deal.Anton took my hand and moved to a grassy, open spot. As he lay down, I positioned myself ...over him. His eyes were fixed on my pussy, the hole gaping after being filled by his cock. When he was settled, I lowered my own body, took hold of his cock, and prepared to settle down over it.Anton shook his head. “Not yet, Sister Sofi.” He glanced over my shoulder. I followed his gaze, turned, and found Emilio tentatively behind us. Anton added. We studied it as it was prominently displayed on the screen.Tom was happy to hear the cellphone information since he provided the cellphones; they were high security satellite phones and were encryption capable. The best news is that also had GPS tracking built into them. This feature worked whether the phone was on or off. He went on to say that if we were lucky she might still be in possession of the phone. He pulled up his laptop and navigated to the tracking site to see what the history of. We had barely left the city when he started crying. It was raining a bit and Ritvik was enjoying driver on the roads. The car was too fast.I had dozed off a bit and was snoring when my son started crying. Disha unaware parted her saree pallu and gave her breast to suckle. Ritvik suddenly slowed down the car and was driving at nearly 40kmph or so. Disha asked him the matter and he just said that the rain is heavier. He was in fact checking out my wife breastfeeding. I saw it around the corner of. Her festive dress was giving me naughty ideas, but my visions were not of sugar plums! I was in no hurry to leave, I liked holding her hand and our tender kisses. I liked holding her whilst we danced, especially when we shared the tender embraces during the slow songs. But when she suggested we head home, she found in me a willing chauffeur. The yuletide joy continued on our brief commute, holding hands, stealing kisses, smiling and laughing. Her children were at her Mum’s for the night so we.