Preeti’s Mom Crushed In Political Clutches-3

We were chatting about our college days.  20 mins later the person and Mom came out and then reversed his car by greeting me.  As his car wasn’t out of the compound Raj pulled Swati near him and smooched her deep to show her the mood of him. It was an embarrassing moment for Swati as it was the early evening hours and infront of me and the visibility of the man if he would have again turned towards our gate.  Raj pulled Swati’s back on his chest and began to lift her saree-peticoat to finger her in her dripping pussy above her thong panties.  When Raj pulled the pallu down I was surprised to see Mom wasn’t wearing her blouse.  I was shocked that the person from Dad’s office must have enjoyed the view of Mom’s breast thru her net saree & cut bra.

Raj started massaging her boobs thru her bra by 1 hand and the other was middle finger of the right hand was fucking her thru the panties.  Swati said to him to control his lust outside and said she is also aroused so let’s go in and encourage each other in the hall as the neighbors could see their garden live drama.  Raj agreed and let her out of his arms and they both hand in hand walked in the hall.  I was in the kitchen and suddenly heard a thud noise on the side helmet compartment desk.  So rushed towards the noise and I stopped myself in the kitchen door as Raj was busy pulling down the panties of Swati by laying her on the desk.  As Swati was gripping the bars of the railings of staircase.  Raj pulled her waist near him and began to tongue fuck her as Swati was moaning and saying Fuck me Raj fuck me by your tongue and then tear my Pussy hole with your Thick Manhood.  By her words Raj began to fuck her in speed by his tongue.  A loud sensual noise was spread all over the hall beside the main entry door.