I heard clit Kavita playing music in the guest room. The door was half closed, and I dared not peek inside. Instead, I quickly went into the kitchen and hid myself inside the pantry closet, knowing that no one would open it tonight. I turned my phone to vibrate and sat quietly in the dark. It occurred to me that I had no way to go to masturbation the bathroom, but it was too late to do anything ass about it now. I would just have to hold it in, find an empty container in the pantry, or else pee in my pants. At least I wouldn’t go hungry with all the clitoris food around. About ten minutes later, I heard Kavita come out to the main hall. She was humming something very happily. I heard the front door open, and then voices. Prem must have arrived. Kavita cooed in delight, no doubt from the jasmine flowers he brought her. The voices grew louder as they approached the kitchen. She offered him a glass of water. He followed her in and started to flirt with her. “Kavita, you gorgeous little tigress!” She started giggling vagina and pushing him back. “Prem, slow down. Don’t be so horny like an eager dog! What’s the rush? We have all night.” “Kavita, queen of my heart, what do you expect? You sent me away so you could get ready for me. It’s my last night, and now I’m back, hungry like a lion. I want to devour you.” Kavita laughed, “Okay, all right, all in due time. But first, let’s have a drink. By the way, thank you for the flowers. They smell great! I love them.” Then she changed the subject, “So, tell me how did it go with Manu? Where is he staying for the night?” Prem groaned, “All right, it’s a long story. Let me pour a whiskey. You want a drink?” “I’ll have a glass of the white wine. You know I feel bad that I didn’t speak to Manu myself.” They continued chatting as he prepared the drinks. “Kavita, your husband is staying at his friend’s place for the night. I don’t know whose place – I didn’t ask, but he will be fine. Don’t worry about him.” “I pussy know he’ll be fine. All the things that women ass say when asked what masturbation they look for, forget those, sense of humor, crap like that they vagina ignored. The bratwurst looked like cocks on the plate. John and his daughter got out of bed. She moaned with pleasure and propped herself up with her arms on his chest as clitoris she leaned forward to clit give her clit a better angle on his mouth. My eyes rolled back in my head as my balls thwacked into her taint. A few seconds passed, as her breathing became more steady. “Mmm, yes, yes, see all that cum your husband fired into my twat?” she purred. She said sadly. I pulled pussy away from her just enough to look into her face, and she looked at me dead serious, nodding. “Would I?”