The couple had to hush themselves — the feelings of pleasure intensifying with no other way to release them.Hearing a thrilled scream from up ahead ...hey knew they were nearing the exit.The husband shortened his strokes and began to thrust even faster, feeling her open up for him, her velvet pussy becoming somehow even softer around his throbbing cock.As the exit swung into view, framing the sunsetting sky, the husband reached out to grip the riverbank to slow them, needing a few moments longer. At that point I was indeed trying my best to avoid probing my body by a male gynecologist, but little could I guess that this ashram visit would actually be a shameful remembrance for me lifelong. The way I was exploited in the name of "diksha", in the name of "treatment", and in the name of "jagya" makes me feel so ashamed even today, after so many years. I was exploited so very cleverly and emphatically at every level and my desire to get a child was so high that I allowed everything crossing. His crotch grazed my plump booty I'm sure by accident. He asked me again was I sure there was nobody in the house. I reassured him we were the only ones. "I guess this would be a good time to give my demonstration," I said with a wink as we walked through the door. "Oh, you were serious?" John asked."Yes! Don't tell me you're gonna back out now. It's not like you're gonna see anything," I said playfully. I led John into the side den because it was the only room on the first floor that had doors. And pushing the dick and rubbing the clit together. That moment she completely lost it. It was not moaning, it was a scream. She immediately took a good bite on my neck. That hickey remained for months. For a moment I thought somebody 2 floors below must have heard.She said to keep going on. I continued a few minutes and I was a little tired. Took my dick out started kissing her again. Played with breasts for some time. She said, “Fuck me till you cum. I will get you hard again.” This time I.