"Don`t stop. Make me cum again" said Emily. Like her sister she could have several orgasms, one after another. Also like her sister she seemed almost ...insatiable. When she had finally finished cumming I pulled out and she said she had loved every orgasm I had given her. It was so much better to have real sex than when she masturbated herself, which she often did. "Now it`s my turn. Get up, Emily, and let me have him" Audrey told her sister". By now I was pretty worn out. I`d been masturbated and. ” I pouted in the dark “Poor baby.” I could hear the smile in his voice “You don’t need another lover; what you need is a whole football team to keep you satisfied.” I am truly lucky to have a husband who is not jealous and allows me to play. I reached back to stroke his cock “How terribly hard for you. But I can see you are always willing to rise to the challenge.” He groaned at the terrible puns as he pulled me close and pushed inside me. I relaxed back into the slow sweet rhythm of his. “Honey, I’m so, so, sorry,” he said. "Please forgive me. I should never have let you do that.”I got up and our eyes met. “Dad, I wanted to, don’t feel bad.”“But what we just did, it’s wrong.”“I know it was, but who has to know? I won't tell.”There was a long silence and, as it became uncomfortable, I said, “Now it’s your turn.”Dad seemed to come back to reality. “What do you mean?”“I want you to lick my pussy. Come...”I took his hand and he followed me like a child. Up the stairs, along the. She was wearing a nylon gown and was looking very pretty. Then there was a door bell. I opened and found that Mr. Babulal was standing. I invited him and asked to be seated. Shalini served breakfast to him also and then tea. We spoke about the Bombay life and other general topics. Then our talks turned to the latest serials, fashions etc. I wondered how the ladies in the serials and film heroines wear blouse, which is like their second skin. So perfect measurement. Babulal, hesitated, and.