Britta pulled me to my knees and Carly moved closer. “Open your mouth, baby. Take me in your mouth.” Carly suggested. Britta pulled my hair from ...behind me and reminded me that she knew how to get my mouth open if I didn’t comply. Carly moved closer. I could smell her musky, wet pussy. She ran her clit over my mouth like an over sized stick of lipstick. Britta pulled my hair again my head snapped back into her crotch. I opened my mouth and Carly pressed her enraged clit past my lips. . While fucking my wife, I could not dare to press Mangala’s firm breasts. What if Mangala also starts moaning? After keeping my palm over Mangala breast for a few minutes, I moved my fingers over her lips.I could feel Mangala’s lips were as wet as my wife’s pussy lips. I was damn sure Mangala must have been biting her lips and rolling her tongue on her lips to control moaning. After 5 minutes, I released my sperm and laid on my wife for some time.When I moved my fingers over Mangala’s lips, I. And I’m pretty outgoing most of the time.I work just the weekends at the pet store because I goto college during the week. My manager Jesse, is a coolguy and we get along great. He’s 24 and knows allotabout the pet business, he’s also kinda cute. We havetons of fun working together and we are pretty goodfriends. That kinda changed one night after we closedand I had to lock up the store. It was a Saturday night and after a day of beingswamped with people and all the questions. On one of our previous rides, we’d found an out-of-the-way grove of tall oak trees off the road near an abandoned farmstead. The grass was nearly three feet tall under the trees. It was the perfect place for a picnic. It was also the perfect place to make love to Sarah. There was hardly any traffic on the road, and we were well-hidden in the long grass. Only the horses and the crickets knew we were there. Sarah and I attended all of the U of I home football games. It was a good year for.