She was lying on my left. I turned towards her and then got on top of her.I put my left hand behind her head while held her chin with the right. Slowl...y I touched her lips with my lips. I withdrew for a while as she opened her eyes. I moved close again while looking straight into her eyes. She wetted her lips with her tongue and parted them a little in anticipation.I paused as if asking her consent and she not only blinked slowly in agreement but also raised her face to press her lips hard. I cut my eyes up at Brian. Making the connection— I began to quiver as I looked my son in the eyes and held his cock in my trembling hands. Simply put; I was glad it was Brian, excited that it was indeed my son that I was doing this with.“ Briannnnnnnnnn…” I cooed as I rolled my ass, putting as much friction on my clit as I could while I rocked. It was all I could do not to tear my shorts and panties off and try to cram my son’s cock into my soaked coochie. {Had he not cum already and I had not. After whole fifteen minutes the same guy roaming outside came to the bathroom door, he knocked the door few time and Neetu opened the gate. He handed her the packet and Neetu opened it to check it out. She was checking the contents inside and he was checking her naked body mean while.She said something to him and he said something to her. Neetu showed anger on her face and so the guy started to push her inside. Neetu was resisting but yet she went inside. I think he too was interested in. You stop him, reminding him of the lipstick."Hey, wait!" he says. "That's perfect. Stay there." And he turns the camera around, and starts taking pictures of you. He has you cross your legs, and hold the wine glass on your lap, both hands wrapped around the stem. He takes the picture, then tells you to tilt the glass forward, so he can get the bright red ring of lipstick you have left on the rim. Then he has you hold it up almost to your lips, ready to take a drink.The whole time, he is telling.