He came home most weekends, making the three-hour drive Friday evening. Often he was quite late, saying he'd gotten "hung up" with friends or late wor.... Usually his breath smelled of whiskey. He had always been a drinker and enjoyed hanging out in the evenings with his tavern buddies. But now there was a new element: jealousy.There had been jealous rages before. Once in Wyoming at a rented tar-paper shack on the South Platte river, he returned home from a drinking binge and stormed through the. Me: Waw, Aunty, kaisi hai!Sidd: Actuall me mera ek friend hai so wo or uski wife aaye huye hai, To maine use tere lund ke baare me btaya to wo bola ki milwa de.Me: Kab aana hai!Sidd: Abhi 1hr me aa ja.Me: Ok mai aata hu.Fir mai 1 hr me waha uske ghar phucha.Bell bajayi or gate khula. Sidd mere samne tha, Usne fir apne friend Sagar (changed) ko bulaya. Humne hand shake kiye or sagar ko mai acha laga. Sidd ne pucha , Sagar thk hai? Sagar, Ha thik hai chalo ander hum 3no ander room me gye.Waha pe. Her hands went behind my arse cheeks and started pumping me forward. In no time at all I was fucking her face hard with a hand behind her head, occasionally pulling out to place both of my balls in her mouth for her to suck.This was amazing and as I selfishly fucked her face i reached back and dipped a finger into her pussy then withdrew it and slipped it with minimal resistance into her now lubed arsehole. I put my whole index finger in and thumb in her pussy rubbing the wall in between. I. "I'll do my very best," I said."Oh, I know that! You've got no choice in the matter. Just wait till we get to your room! You've NEVER been fucked like I'm going to fuck you. Your in for a hell of a treat."I can hardly recall any of the details of the check-in. I remember paper work, signing my name, etc. ect. but after that, what I remember was the elevator ride up to the floor where my room was; and I clearly remember Colleen and I going at each other like a couple of wild a****ls in the.