"Why, Adrienne? Why? Do you still love me?" I said."Clyde this isn't about love. It's—something else," she said."Yeah, sex, right Adrienne? And I no...iced you didn't answer me. Well, that good 'ole asshole standing beside you can be funnin' you now, Adrienne." Clyde, come on, man. She's right; it was just gonna be sex. Some foolin' that's all. She loves you not me. I mean it man," said Alan."Shut the hell up, Alan; you weren't getting' into my pants tonight and you know it," shouted Adrienne.I. I was kissing Pallavi on her lips and kissing or licking her neck, cheeks, ears and face.I was slower as I had to focus on all the tasks. I now switched from Pallavi to Shweta and did the same to Shweta. I was tired by now and lay down in between Shweta and Pallavi. Both Pallavi and Shweta were breathing heavily. I got on top of Pallavi again and entered her.I adjusted my dick and penetrated Pallavi. She gave out a gentle moan and a gasp when I entered her. I couldn’t let Shweta be idle, so I. He knocked, and on hearing the captain say enter he opened the door for them and stood back, allowing them to walk through the door. The captain's cabin, while not as large as the admiral's quarters, was nonetheless well appointed. Varna noticed the cabin looked more lived-in, with pictures and personal items scattered about. A table was placed in the centre of the cabin with three place settings. The captain sat at the head of the table and gestured to two empty chairs either side of her. "There is no time. Use your spit," Mary suggested.Mr. Singh applied his spit on Selma's puckered hole and placing his erect cock on it pressed for entry."OH WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" Selma said still a bit disoriented, "IT IS HURTING." Ammi, babu teri gaand maar rahe hain (Ammi, sir is going to fuck you in your ass hole)," Anita said."NO NOT IN MY ASSAAAAAAAAAYYYYYYYYYYIIIIIIIIIEEEEEEEEEEEE," Selma screamed as her puckered hole opened and Mr. Singh's cock buried itself to the hilt inside it."OH.