It didn't squirt too far, it jetted out his hole in soft spurts, shooting maybe two inches in the air with each pulse. My cunt went off then, a long a...d convulsing spasm that nearly made me faint. Yet when I was done, I saw Tad still milking his dick. God, what a load! His creamy juice kept oozing out all over his belly, on his balls and into the crack of his ass. Tad rubbed it on his tummy, used some to pinch his nipples, and then settled under his ass where it seemed he was fingering his. I tried to move but it fell right through the hole in my boxers onto my penis. She began to use the napkin on my boxers and I was saying, “it’s ok, it’s ok, I’ll clean it up.” She kept rubbing my boxers and I started to get a hard-on when all of a sudden my penis popped through the pee hole. She asked “Can I clean you up?” and I said “yes.” She grabbed the shaft of my hard penis and licked the napkin and started to wash away the honey of my shaft and tip. When she was done she put my penis back. Meeta was holding prachi while sweta started kissing dimple. As meeta began to kiss prachi she slowly undid her own clothing and they both stood in their bra and panties as they kissed. Prachi’s hands were still around meeta’s neck as she stood very nervous. While on the other side of the bed both dimple and sweta were passionately kissing only in their panties. Both their bare breasts were pressed up against each other as their kissing got more intense, sweta began to caress dimple’s firm. I slowly let the handle return to its normal position and let go, I looked down at my feet, taking in my complete nudity noting my nipples were sticking out and rigid, deep red in color, engorged with hot blood now coursing through my body, my clothes discarded on the bathroom floor, topped with my lacy brassiere and thongish panties, soaked with my perspirations build during the table conversations, the three men egged by my drunk husband, sizing me up as he spoke disparagingly of me and my.