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Nothing fishy noise is coming actually Kusuma was coming into home as the room which we were in was open she saw us from hall. She stood for one sec and peeped for some time.At that time Suma was chewing my dick as I had a larger one as I can. I kept on firing my dick into her throat. Later we fuck for nearly thirty minutes. I fired cum into her mouth. She was swallowing slowly. I started again and was firing my dick into her mouth. We both were enjoying it.All of a sudden Kusuma came in wearing a pink middy up to her ass cheeks. I immediately fell onto the bed covering my tool. Suma stood up and kept her head down. Semen was oozing from her mouth and it was also dropping from her breasts. Kusuma said, Is that it what you are doing in my absence?No mother, I just what just? Who is he fucked you now? He is my boyfriend and we were in love even you were lovers you can’t do this nasty things in my house and on my bed. How dare you two to do this here? No mom, he came just now and asked. I ordered another round for us and my wife asked if I was trying to get her drunk so we can have our way with her I smiled and said maybe, again Dave looked at her and kissed her one arm behind her the other under the table I could see that her mouth was open as they kissed then Dave whispered something to her she looked at him and smacked his arm with a smile on her face then said she had to pee, after she got up I asked him what was that all about he said I asked her to take off her panties I laughed and said that wont happen he said well I had my hand between her legs under the table while I was kissing her and she is wet. I was floored I told him no way he just said oh yes way.When she returned to the seat Dave got up so she could slide in I moved over some so I could look down under the table and watch his hand we drank a few more drinks and the two of them were kissing again now don't get the wrong idea they were not acting crazy it was very nice short kisses it was darker in.
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