And he took out a small package which he gave to us. He said that they were photos of his wife's "night out" and that we weren't to look at them now b...t to take a look at them in private. The man gave us a forwarding address to return the photos and he left. Later on that night we were at home. On the bed. I was being sucked off by my horny wife. I was fingering her again. She said let's see those pictures. And we opened the package. There were about fifty photos. Of a woman standing at the. .current hai current. Uchal uchal ke leti. Jawaani bhar ke milii hai isse. Patak ke chodna isse.” The second guy came in. He saw me lying there and I saw his dick rock hard. I wanted more now. I wanted it in my ass. The 4 pills had me crazy.“Saale khada kya hai, himmat nahin hai 18 saal ki ladki ko chodne ka.” Hearing this he got really angry. “Rand ruk tujhe dikhata hun. Aaj tere badan mein itna daag karunga, saali jab bhi nangi hogi, mujhe yaad rakhegi.” He jumped on me and was about to kiss. I had fewer customers by I kept it up with help from my Dad. One day we got a call from Mrs. Armstrong. I didn’t know her, but my dad told me how she owned the local washateria. Having lives outside of town, this wasn’t somewhere I’d ever visited.On the ride over to Mrs. Armstrong’s my Dad told me how this place had been there for years. The house was right next to the business. Mr. Armstrong passed away a few years ago and she continued to run the place. It was the only local place for those. My hips, against my will, moved back to meet his every lunge. My breathing grew shallow and rapid, as craving inside me yearned for more. My trembling body ached from pain and desire as he brutishly fucked me. We inched across the surface of the bedspread, I dug my fingers into the soft folds of the material.He raised above me, his hands on either side of my head, his massive, beautiful cock burrowing deep inside me. Pounding me his meat in as hard and fast as he could. Thrusting in me the hard.