“Oh the poor dear! His face when Mel shouted hello was a picture. He couldn’t carry on. Finished him with a BJ.” “Thought you tasted creamy,�... said Robert. “Hello, darling! Good day at college?” “Erm, yes Mummy, it was. Have you had a good fuck?” “Fun, but only a six. I’ve done us a chicken casserole for tea. Will that be okay?” “Lovely, Mummy,” said Melissa. “Mummy, I hope I didn’t spoil your afternoon by coming home a bit early?” “Not at all, darling; it was all rather wicked though,” replied. ‘What the fuck was going on?’ I thought. I couldn’t get my thoughts together. I thought that maybe someone was having some Photoshop fun and that my wife was passed out on one of her friend’s sofas after one too many tequilas!Before I could clear my head, my phone buzzed in my hand yet again. The message read, ‘CHECK THIS ONE OUT! WHAT A SLUT!’I saw my lovely wife, blindfolded, kneeling with her head tilted back. I could also make out one of her hands buried in her panties while the other hand. But with so many pretty girls to choose from, naturally, we don't bother with the not-so-pretty girls, unless we're really drunk.As a man who grew up in Rome, you get used to being around so many hot women. It doesn't faze you anymore, which explains why most men prefer a challenge when it comes to picking up the ladies. And I'm not so different in that regard. Unlike a lot of men who seek just a regular challenge, I, on the other hand, was up for the challenge of all challenges: fucking my. Neha’s mouth in synchrony with Shankar’s pleasuring went with every stroke ‘up and down’ his thick shaft. His mouth was pleasuring her and his tongue was now fucking her tight vagina.The soft walls of her vagina were being felt by his tongue, she squeezed her small breasts and with painful pleasure screamed, “Oh yeah…yeah”.Sreejona and Bikash were sweating and palpitating but did not remove the blankets yet. Her big breasts were being pressed by Bikash and his long cock’s precum was on her.