The two robust fucks given by Salman did gratify her senses but not fully. The sex was hurried, though thrilling. Moreover she got horny all over again during the skips where she felt fifty pairs of eyes simply boring into her luscious form. She did consider stopping when her pallu had dropped, but in a wicked burst of horniness, she had continued. The dozens of hands that had felt her wet body up at the water tank only served to stimulate her desires higher and higher and anal she was fighting a valiant battle not to let her arousal show. Doing all this in front of her son Deen did bother her for a minute but she was sure that he would understand it was all part of the celebrations. Her peeing moments were also gay moments of sexual introspection and as the last few drops of pee dripped out of her juicy pussy, she felt decidedly horny and awakened. In a bid to rise and flush the toilet, she attempted to put her pallu back on her creamy, sleeveless shoulders, when Sam’s sudden entry with the dryer made her drop the saree in her hand out of surprise. She lay seated on the toilet seat, saree spread around her thighs, toilet seat and reaching the floor. Her chest was uncovered by the saree and Sam creampie stared at her beautiful breasts through the damp, thin blouse. They were swaying all over the place in near total exposure all morning and even her hardened nipples were titillatingly exposed to the world. But now bear in the silence of his bathroom, with two blouse buttons off, blowjob their generous cleavage made a mouth watering sight, as did Manya’s awkward pose on the toilet seat in an even more awkward condition of having pissed and not flushed the toilet. She couldn’t rise now, since Sam had already entered the bath and it would look embarrassing. She waited for Sam to understand her predicament and perhaps leave. She also noted the curious look in his eyes and followed their gaze to look at her own chest and boobs. She gasped when she saw that her nipples had hardened and were poking right out of her blouse. The whole area from below her breasts down to six inches beneath her navel was fully open, with the smooth, fleshy curves forming a gentle fold around her waist. The fold was very arousing and Sam’s artistic mind visualized a picture of how beautifully that waist could be photographed in various flimsy costumes. “I’m sorry Mrs. M, I should have knocked”, he stuttered. “I came to help you dry your hair”, he said. She didn't fight it. Switch on, switch off. "Cum and get it slut. blowjob “That's your mother you're calling a slut.” “WOW…you do control them, don’t you?” I’m going to visit an old friend who owns creampie a gay resort hotel on a remote island where no one can find me.” Bill knew he needed to slow things down to keep from getting overexcited, prolonging their intercourse, anal giving Corrine time to have an orgasm, but after his bear workday, he was tired and unable to hold himself back as Corrine softly wove the erogenous strands of her greeting into an atmosphere of complete arousal. "Probably her lover. “This place—It’s—”