I saw her panty; it was completely wet with her pussy juice. I tear her panty, throw it away. She had cleaned her pussy hairs now. It looked killer to... me. Pinkish white color pussy, swollen for hungriness and was shining with her juice, I placed my finger on vertical lips started playing with lips and clit.Jyothi was moaning and was in her heaven. Her thighs were shivering often closing and widening to my action.I played with her pussy for 10 minutes, now started licking it. I tasted her pussy. My boys leaned forward on their own and touched their penises together as they whacked off over me. Id love to see them cumming on each others cocks. Evan was the first to reach orgasm and he directed his burst of cum onto my face. I closed my eyes and let the warm liquid pumping out of my sons cock cover me, knowing how exciting it must be for him to see his own sperm all over his mothers face. When he was finished my husband bent down and sucked the last drops of semen off the end of his sons. His arms were tan and his face looked like he had spent a lot of time in the sun. He was no longer a high school kid he was a man, and he carried himself with confidence.Hers' wasn't the only female head in the place that turned to stare at him and Sarah felt pangs of jealously as the hostess leaned over as he got settled in the booth. She seemed to make sure he got a long look down the front of her red silk blouse. She finally walked away, flipping her blonde hair and giving the maximum sway. I had accepted a position as an assistant to a pretty well known artist and felt a new start in a new city would be great push for my career. It also made it easier to keep my feelings for Marty at bay. For the two years Marty was in medical school, I was immersed in the art scene. I had a couple of internships in different parts of the country and I even went to England for three months to work on a major project with several other artists. I was enjoying myself immensely. I kept in touch with.