I watched in dismay as Carl turned to Lydia and his hands disappeared into her skirt. Indian sex All four of us went back to our respective partners. I also wondered at the strange feelings that Lydia’s taste and aroma had aroused in me. But it was a wonderful, confusing aroma and it was as much her smell as his rising organ that made me let him cum in my mouth. With every stroke, her pussy seemed to pull in and out like a little kid eating a popsickle. He did this right in the kitchen with me standing up — circling my nipples, kissing my belly button, fingering my pussy while he played with my clit with his thumb and tongue. Then he began a slow exploration of my body with his hands, lips and tongue. I had started to give him a blow job, when I realized it was not my pussy I was tasting on him, but Lydia’s.
