They live in a city 300 km. Away from my home. My father lives with me, although he didn’t marry any woman. But he carries more than a married life,...as I saw lots of his female friends moving around him like honey bees. I used to call them aunty, though I don’t want to. I do that only for the sake of my papa as I don’t want to unpleased him anymore. I have a girl friend named Diya who is 3 years junior to me. She is my only friend with whom I usually discuss my personal matters. Now, I am going. “Grab her legs”, he ordered Aditya. My husband’s horny friends carried me to the bed and dropped me like a toy.“Her ass is mine and mine only”, Rakul said to Aditya.Aditya jumped over me and squeezed my boobs. He bit my lips. I stripped him naked and could feel his 8-inch cock against me. He slowly moved his hands towards my legs, lifted up my saree and caressed my white thighs.“My god, baby, you are hot as hell”, Aditya said which turned me on while Rakul stripped naked and began jerking off. Sliding a few more fingers inside of me. Before long, she had both hands inside me, and I was now, finally, starting to feel full.She worked her magic slowly, further losening me up. She then started to really work on stretcing my hole. I could feel her balling both her hands inside me, and pulling out. And sliding in again. Firmly. Steadily. Stretching me. Making me gasp. Making me squirt a bit of pee. I just couldn't help myself. They noticed, of course. Both of them.At one point, Ken got up,. So, her mom let guys put things in her so she could give money to birds? At least, that’s how Clarissa understood it. It sounded like a good thing to be doing, Clarissa liked birds, so she didn’t really mind. But she wished her mom was home more often. Like this morning. Clarissa didn’t like eating breakfast alone. It always meant that the milk she got out of the refrigerator, which her mommy said was milk from her boobs, had to be warmed up otherwise it was too thick for Clarissa to drink..