I love you so much……please be with me always…….i told her, am i mad to leave my beautiful & sexy apsara. We both were about to come and she sh...uted……yeah…..yeah…..oh what a great fuck……fuck me hard….make me yours….love you….. And then she came….i said, soha my jan, i’m cuming, she holded me tight and then i exploded in her of course condom was there to protect her.We were tired due to floor dancing and then bed dancing, we held each other tightly and slept, we woke up at 9 am and took another. I always find my hands always on them when I finish. It doesn't happen often, but I found myself thinking of someone else during sex. Of course it was Karen and how she sucked me off earlier in the day. I was half guilty, which affected performance a little. It certainly kept me from cumming. I just kept my rythym up and I was pumping my wife's cunt. Hard and in motion. Unrelenting and powerful. My wife kept breathing heavy against the thrusts and she must have came another 4 or 5 times based. She was a virgin no more. I collapsed on top of her complete engaged with her body. She continued to moan and murmur as she squirmed beneath me. She was very tight; she had to be hurting badly. I struggled to move up and turn away from her, but her arms held me tightly.I looked down at her,“Sarah, what have I done? I am so sorry. I have hurt you so badly. Let me get up and get things under control. Please!” But, Sarah was not deterred. She was actually laughing as she forcefully began to roll. By the side of the creek a gaggle of Indian women dressed entirely in white laughed and talked as they washed clothes and beat them dry on the blue rocks that also served as their chairs. It was the sort of wonderfully primitive place that under less pressured circumstances I might have chosen for a private retreat, or a romantic holiday with a special lover. But I had business. The pilot very graciously drove me from the airport into town, a magnificent old colonial pueblo with a weather.