I start to panick, but then he releases me. Pulls his dick out of my mouth and I take a deep breath and open my eyes. His cock is in front of my face ...nd he cums. He shoots on my chin and lips and then pulls his dick down and the rest of it go to my shirt and the floor. I have tears in my eyes, spit on my face and his cum on my lips. He takes a step back, pulls up his pants and walks to the bathroom without saying a word.I go to the kitchen to wash my face and clean my shirt the best I can. I. “Okay, you little turd. I’m in, but this time only. It’s just dinner right?”“Right!”Later...“Are you almost ready? It’s six o’clock.”“Seriously? I’m doing this for you and you’re going to rush me,” I replied frustrated from the other side of the bathroom door.“Sorry, I’m just nervous.”Struggling a bit, I finally yanked the super tight cocktail dress past my hips. To say I had second thoughts while adjusting my tights is an understatement. I had seventh, eighth thoughts. By the time I got done. We both were moaning very loudly. After about five minutes I asked him to roll over and without pulling out his cock we rolled over. I adjusted myself on his top and started riding him. Pooja who was watching us since we started fucking now joined us. She started licking my back and reached even down to my ass cheeks. As I rode him for some good time I sensed my vaginal grip tightened on Sameer’s cock and I climaxed. I pulled Pooja towards my face and started sucking her lips still jumping on. He ran a finger over the bump of my clit and felt it grow longer and harder, he examined and touched my peehole, and gently pulled on my labia before finally pushing a finger into my vagina. His finger touched me all over inside, feeling the texture, pushing on the sides as if trying to try to find its limits. When he put in a second finger in me, I turned his hand palm up and told him to curl the tips of his fingers and fuck me with them. My old pussy appreciated the attention and was leaking.