The driver was a special person. His name was Banduka. Anita knew him at a level way more personnel than she should have known a mere taxi driver. Wel..., because he wasn’t a mere taxi driver, and what was his specialty? You’re about to know.“So, back home?” Banduka asked as he was driving them away. As Anita seemed to be looking outside, in a world of her own, Banduka reached for right boob and squeezed it tight with his left hand.“Aaah! Bastard,” Anita said with a smile and fake anger, as she. With ease he slipped into my well lubed anal opening till he was lodged up my butt. I had lifted to my toes to accommodate his entrance, he let go my arm I quickly placed one around the shoulders of the one sucking my nipples and steady my self on the head of the guy sucking my know rigid cock. No one said a word, save for the grunting and moaning there was no sound except the shower. The guy fucking the guy on his knees pulled from his butt, the one sucking my nipple replaced him quickly. The. .... Oh god seriously she has one of the dirtiest faces I have ever seen, all pouty lips and eyes that make you melt in her presence, sensing I was enjoying myself she inched her leg forward giving me a glimpse up her skirt, I'm not joking it was a fucking cock already hard, thick and vein filled looked like it was aching to be sucked or stuck in something! I watched as she adjusted it so the head was sitting just outside her skirt.She had a goddam strap-on under her skirt, My ass twitched a. Maybe because I became what I was afraid to turn: someone who loved to do other woman that wasn’t Leane. I guess after some minutes of tension, I let myself enjoy her pleasure-giving and forget about the troubles.“Ahhh… yeahhh… suck my cock Arlene….ahhh….”Arlene wasn’t shy to do what she was doing, and of course I understood the poor woman, trying to rebuild her life after a divorce is not easy and, truth be told, she needed the relief anyway. So, I guess I let her do all the job, watching her.