I knew it didn’t mean she was really French or was upper class. It just meant that she was exposed to lots of music at an early age and remembered e...verything with a clearly defined memory. I once had poked her hard from behind in front of a mirror and watched her pretty mouth moving in perfect tempo with my humping. She was slowly mouthing the romantic words of some stage performance from long ago. I could feel my juices explode inside her at the same time she opened her plump lips wide to hit. It was so tight to expose her sexy body. I looked at her body and she asked: “kothiyayo ninak enne cheyyan” (are you so excited to fcuk me). I said in a shy voice ” pinne arka angane thonnathe” (who is not). We all laughed. And we all moved to their bedroom and he plays a group sex video on his pc.We all get excited about seeing the video. Slowly I’m getting hard and it is visible in my boxer shorts. She looked at my hump and asked: “aha ready ayallo kuttan” ( got ready so fast). I smiled.. “You’re really going to go through with this aren’t you, you little slut.” I then slid my finger inside my wet hole, feeling the warmth of my inside. “MMMMMMM ohh that feels good doesn't it, you love fucking your pussy don’t you” I kept pushing my finger in and out, my juices flowing madly out of me. “UHHHH OHhhhh, you had better wait and save it for later, you don’t want to get there just yet,” I told myself. I could already feel the climax building up inside, but I reluctantly pull. It was too late. He sensed a moment of weakness and refused to let up. He turned me around and tore my blouse open, buttons flying everywhere. He wouldn't be denied as he pulled my breasts clear of my bra, letting them bounce free. Now uncovered my nipples hardened in face of the heavy air conditioning. “Big nipples and big tits. So ripe and ready for me.” He leaned down and took a nipple into his mouth, fingers twisting and pulling on the other.I couldn't stop myself, I cried out as he sucked.