Doing this and then seeing that the guy had reached his hand under the table to stroke his probably rock hard cock through his jeans sent me spiraling...over the edge to my first orgasm. I shook and shivered through a strong orgasm and when I finally started to recover I knew I wanted to have quite a few more of those. So getting even bolder than I already was I slid the other 3 fingers in, trying to see if I could get my whole fist into my tight little pussy. It was difficult but I finally had. Half of his dick had hairs under it. So I was even made to swallow his hairs as he kept mouth fucking me wildly. As Ghumar was mouth fucking me and Pawan kept eating my boobs my pussy was dying for some attention.So Prakash got up and came to my pussy and took both my legs on his shoulders and inserted his dick inside my wet pussy and began to fuck me wildly. He kept banging me like there is no tomorrow. Meanwhile Pawan had left my boobs and went to Radha who had just been left ideal after. In fact, I received several and a link to her ‘cloud’ account. I opened the emails first. There were images of my wife in what I can only describe as surrounded by cock, black and white and all belonging to much younger men grinning as they fucked her every hole and spurted jets of cum over her face, tits and body. She looked at the camera in some of the images and looked like the dirty little slut she really is, enjoying every moment. In one image she was impaled on the most enormous black. Next thing i knew he is sitting down next to me, i started to get nervous, (thinking that he wanted something) sure enough, i felt his hand on my jeans rubbing my cock, i picked up his hand and moved it away, (it felt great) but i wasnt gay. next thing i know his hand is on my cock again, squeezing it, i feel it gettting harder, bigger, i look at him he smiles and undoes my zipper, i lok around no one else in the theater, i gasp as he starts to suck me! ohhh it felt good! he goes to his knees.