Their flushed faces told a tale but only to the discerning few, which included Sam and Manya’s son Deen. Deen knew when his mother showed the freshly fucked glow. It was there all over her beautiful face now. It was just the number of orgasms that he couldn’t guess from her horny face. The ease with which Manya carried herself throughout the snack session despite all that her body had been through in the past few hours left Deen wondering and he developed some awe for his beautiful mother’s ability. The snack session had almost reached its end when one of the members cried out “foul foul”. Everyone looked in his direction. He was holding a restaurant blonde tag in his hand which he discovered stuck to the base of his sandwich packet. Salman cursed his Dad. He was under instructions to remove all traces of evidence that the food was packed from their hotel. But he seemed to have overlooked just one packet. The error margin was small but Manya and he had been caught. The gathering decided a light hearted punishment for Manya, since even getting caught was part of the game. Deen was asked to decide on the nature of the penalty and he told his Mom to take a skipping rope and carry out thirty skips without a break. Protesting with a laugh, Manya took the rope and began skipping. Her saree was still quite damp and it stuck to her ass like plaster. With every skip, her full, unhindered breasts danced blowjob and jumped in tandem with her mammoth asscheeks. It was a lusty, mind blowingly erotic sight, watching the wet, mature woman skip in front of an audience of fifty. Deen realised his folly in fixing that penalty for his luscious mother. But it was too late. Moreover the sight excited him no end. He lost count of her skips and kept gaping, just as everyone on the terrace did. Manya reached ten without any problem. Slowly, the top half cumshot of her saree or pallu, kept sliding and sliding with each skip and by the time the sexy mother reached count fifteen, it fell right off her shoulders, leaving the crowd in pin drop silence. They all looked in awe at the voluptous charms of the fully exposed woman in their presence. Her low worn saree was right at her hip bone, and the full, huge midriff with the juicy wet navel tits was ripplingly revealed. Her wholesome midriff flesh jiggled alongwith her melon like breasts with the nipples very clearly visible for all to see. Topped by her ample meaty asscheeks heaving behind, she look like a woman screaming to get raped. And she was skipping, trying to look normal because any stopping would mean that she Hardcore would have to start skipping all over again. Deen was aghast with arousal and he suddenly shouted ” thirty”, not knowing whether she actually skipped thirty times or not. Nobody objected and the game was over, leaving every male organ on the terrace aching and throbbing. Buddy still had his hand busy inside Sharon's halter, "Hell yeah! She clearly had a much higher opinion of blonde Michael than anyone else at Hogwarts, and it shocked Hermione, who listened to Ginny defend his every offence. He looked at me intensely, cumshot “No” said Lena, “they will all fuck you and when you have learnt to orgasm on their cocks like a good little tits slut maybe then I will release you.” With that Lena walked off into the wood leaving Nikki exposed and vulnerable. She then took the clippers and trimmed most of the blowjob hair around my groin. She lifted her head again, looking back at Jordan with a pained face. As soon as Tom moved in Ryan told me to stop being silly and to stop covering myself whenever I went into the same room as Tom. Then eternity of torture. The two locked lips once more and began to moan into each other’s mouths as Klaus snaked his hand to her crotch, and slowly pushed in two fingers, finding her clit, and thumbing it over. Given their awful circumstances, a few fleeting moments of pleasure didn't seem so bad. "Somehow it Hardcore seems there might be a short circuit in your information, her spanking won't be for the poop episode." I watched as his head came closer and then as his tongue reached out and touched my clit. He grunted with each powerful push but lubed as they were it was almost as if he could feel nothing. I pull back from the kiss and go back down on her dick. "Master, kiss me," she whimpered. All those times I’d thought about being dominated in the changing rooms were culminating here, this is what I wanted. It's like your body is saying "I approve, here's some more to go on with." I had met no resistance so far and didn’t expect any now. A kind of crazy I’ve never felt before.