God, that felt good, I thought I was in heaven with a big cock in my"pussy," but being on the giving end rather than the receiving end wasutterly fant...astic. I had been so horny giving others pleasure, that I was afraid that I would"POP my cork" too soon. But Ann knew what she was doing, she would bounceup and down on my cock for a few seconds, then stop and grind down on itand stop for a minute or two, then repeat the motions again. Even with theslow erotic sensations, and me trying to hold. Sitting on the sofa was Debbie, sipping a white Russian and nonchalantly smoking a rather large cigar, as though it were the most normal thing in the world. "Hello dear, I was hoping you'd be home soon. Get yourself a drink and have a seat." I felt almost paralyzed. This was not the typical thing a guy like me expects when he gets home from work. "Debbie, what are you doing? Cigars! What the fuck? Is this some kind of role playing or are these ladies corrupting you?" The last half of that. Binita did not move. From her bent position she looked up and behind at him and smiled. But she stayed that way. Thakur placed his hand flat on the exposed skin of her back. As soon as she felt him touch her, she was reduced to molten. That is all it took for him to melt her. His large, rough hands on her soft, ready to receive skin. A fingernail drew a line down her spine as he traced his way down her back right up to the edge of her skirt. Binita shuddered as the nail touched every single. After a couple of minutes her body language was so choppy that she wasn't grinding as efficient - I then felt her hand come onto mine, she squeezed me hand and bent down, her legs seemed to almost give out and I heard a long moan from her. She had orgasmed. Feeling extremely satisfied I slowly stopped fingering her and regressed to a slow rub. I had my face close to her neck and heard her out of breath. I took my hand out from under her dress and placed it back on her belly. Feeling that.