Sandy's current older lover gave her that fatherly smile of his before slowly pulling out and crawling from between her widely splayed legs."Let's go,...sweetheart. Up on your hands and knees so we can get a better crack at ya." Mike then leaned down and grabbed Sandy roughly by the wrist. He then drug her off the bed, took her by the shoulders and turned her to face the bed. "Hand's and knees, baby. You know the drill, and arch your back. Let's see that sweet little ass of yours way up high.". After he was all the way inside me, Michael turned, laid me down on the bathroom throw rug, and shifted his arms so my legs were up and outside them, with his hands gripping the tops of my thighs. Then he really started to fuck me. Occasionally he reached forward to play with my breasts and nipples or to caress me. He would also sometimes kiss and lick my toes and feet. Me, I mostly tried to keep from banging my head against the tub. We both cried out when he came. His cock twitched a lot, but. "Yes, you can and we can. Come here, my hero, please come here," she said. "I have a lot of making up to do, and I want to start right now."I snickered, "Sloppy seconds for me?" I said. Her face showed shock."Oh my, I forgot! Heavens no! Not for you, my husband. I'll clean myself up first. I wasn't thinking! I'll clean up right now." She started to get up and off the bed. I don't know why. I guess for a lot of reasons: my shock at catching them, my injuries, the pain, jet lag. But, I took that. Now I was looking a Punjabi Patakha kudi. Seeing me in this dress, he said “hay meri chuddakar randi kitni katil lag rahi ho, sach gaand marne ka pura maza aayega.” He pulled me in his lap, I felt that his lund was erected hard and piercing my ass. He squeezed my choochiyan and spanked on my ass, saying “kya chootar hain meri chhamiya randi ke.” I said to him “bolo mere lode raja kaise shuru karoge, your randi is ready for anal fucking”. He asked me to stand keeping my hand on the edge of.