As his hands reached down to my tits, he soon forgot about my stomach and began playing with my breasts. I couldn’t care less about him touching my ...reasts, I was in absolute agony, still attempting to push the ball out of my ass so the air could be released. My groans became so desperate in my agony as my bowels began to cramp, with each cramp I was virtually growling with pain now. I hadn’t even noticed that Adrian had now joined us again. Jon stopped playing with my tits and huge inflated. Henri looked to be in his mid fifties with a slight paunch, gray hair and a pair of half glasses perched on the end of his nose. His other assistant, George, was the dark brooding type that looked like he had to shave twice a day and had a body out of a muscle magazine. When he spoke, he had a slight feminine lilt to his voice that made me suspect he was gay. ‘I can’t wait to get you on film,’ Henri said. ‘The camera’s always loved your face. First, I’d like to do a few close ups without your. My husband thrust his fingers into my vagina to feel the semen. He rotated his fingers deep within my vagina.He commented, " Simran, your cunt is so raw and sore. You have indeed been violently fucked. He has pumped so much semen! Your cunt is still dripping with it "I said, " Balwinder, don't you feel hurt to see my vagina full with another man's semen? "My husband replied, " No Simran. As a matter of fact, I am very excited to see huge globs of another man's semen still sloshing around in my. We spread the blanket and take the food from the basket. Even though it is ordinary picnic fare, it makes a difference because you thought of it and made the arrangements. We enjoy the food and occasionally each other’s lips. Finishing our meal, we repack the basket and settle in to watch the evening fall. Leaning against a tree, you pull me back to you, arranging me in front of you so that I may lean back against your chest. Wrapping your arms around me, you settle back just holding me to you..