I saw kaka watching my exposed legs and cleavage. I was too drunk to cover them. Even I was getting a bit aroused exposing them.It was raining heavily...and we were at the outskirts of the city. There was nothing except trees and unfortunately, our car stopped at that time. Kaka said, “Bahu rani, I can’t start the car. Could you please take the wheel, I will push from behind.”He got out of the rain and I took the steering. He pushed the car from behind. We parked it at the roadside. Then I came. Just as she was about to relax her throat some more and get the rest of his cock into her mouth, Shawn sucked on her clit hard and sent her over the edge. She cried out as her orgasm exploded inside her pussy, her cries muffled by his cock buried deep in her throat. Shawn grabbed onto her ass harder, keeping her pussy buried on his mouth as he tongued her clit while she came, and she clamped her thighs around his head as her body shook with the force of her orgasm. Her pussy flooded Shawn’s. Still more silence.Then he quietly called me a whore. How could I possibly do that? With our son? He always knew I was twisted ... but this? More silence. Hubby then took his hand from between my thighs. He brought it to my face and smeared our son's cum all over my mouth. If I hadn't felt overwhelmed with guilt and remorse, I might have enjoyed this gesture. But not this way. He repeated that I was a whore. A filthy one. More silence. Then, as unexpected as him smearing cum on my face, he. She flipped it over out of curiosity, and saw in a small but bold hand, TABLE 3C. She looked in that direction and saw a bespectacled man wave at her. She did not respond, but hurriedly cleared the stage of her earnings and found four more of the Clevelands in the stack.Backstage, she considered throwing her hippie gear on, but her mysterious benefactor obviously was buying into the illusion. So instead, she added a new layer of bright red lipstick and spritzed on some expensive perfume.