Brunda handed me the soap and washcloth. Both the women were very wet already.What happened next was something which was out of control. Desi indian Olga was wearing a black coat which went up to her knees with black leggings and stockings. I stopped the movement of my fingers and Jaya took over.Me: Olga, what is it you feel?Olga: I feel cheap, whorish and in another realm – experiencing the pangs of sensation. She kissed me and got off my now limp dick. She pushed Brunda on to the bed and spread her legs. I switched to hot water and soon the bathroom atmosphere was amazingly comfortable!The shower stall filled with steam. Olga was exhausted. With a second step, I pushed my entire length deep into her swollen mound. My hand moved down her body and I stroked her pussy.
