Phir mujhse boli ki tum kah rahe the na ki tumhari koi gf nahi hai main banwa doon. Main sharmate hue chup ho gaya to aunty boli ki isme sharmane wali...koi baat nahi hai bolo maine kaha ki anty aap kise banaogi me gf. To anty ne kaha ki batao koi. Tumhari nazar mein ho to. Maine kaha ki meri nazar mein to koi nahi hai aap hi bata do. Itne mein aunty boli kyon na tum mujhe hi apni gf bana lo. Main unhe dekhta hi raha wo boli ha sonu mujhe pata hai ki tum mujhe pasand karte ho or mere barre mein. I could feel pleasure building inside me again, even as I felt twinges of pain. Each thrust of his cock brought me closer and closer to the edge of fulfillment. A voice I didn’t recognize, even though I knew it to be mine, called out ‘More! Harder!’ Then I screamed as the world around me shattered into a million pieces. He pulled out of me, rolling onto his side and easing off the bed. I heard running water and moments later he returned. I flinched but didn’t pull away when he ran a warm, wet. I kept my eyes on all the naked men, watching their cocks stiffen as I finger fucked myself. I squirmed in my chair, my fingers dancing around my clit, slipping in and out of my tight hole. I squeezed tightly around my finger, coaxing my climax to peak, each pair of eyes felt like fingers stroking all over my body. I felt the warm tingling begin deep within me and my moans began to grow louder. My grunts and pants mixed in with my moans. I kept on. My fingers were a blur to all the men standing. Jeff was dressed as a navy guy and I have to say he looked really hot in the nice white uniform. Rex was dressed as a cop and he made a comment about us being partners, because of my prison guard uniform. They offered to help me find him and we headed out of the basement, with me leading the way. I realized as we climbed the stairs that they could easily see my uncovered ass up my tiny dress. At the top of the stairs we found my husband passed out on the couch. I was very upset. ‘So much for a.