They were sharing a coffee for breakfast.I walked passed my husband and Benson motioned his finger for me to join him. I stood next to that huge black...man, as he put his arm around my waist, while looking defiantly at my cuckold man.Benson finally told Victor that he had a very nice slutty wife and that he had fucked me in all imaginable positions, being me the sluttiest married bitch he had ever taken…He added that I was a real whore for black cock, for sure…Benson suddenly reached down and I. Maine pucha aunty plz bataiye kya hua aap bataigi nhi to m solve kaise karunga to fir aunty ne mujse pucha “tm meri beti (shaheen) se kitna pyar krte ho” fir maine kaha “apne acchanak mujse ye qtion kyu kiya” unhone kaha “sirf mere qtion ka answer do” maine kaha “m to bht pyaar krta hu shaheen” unhone kaha “fir tm meri prblm solve nhi kr paoge” to maine kaha “aap batao to m aapki help zarur krunga…..Its a gentlemen promise”Fir rote rote aunty ne mujhe bataya k unke or uncle k beech k sex. I looked back to him and seeing he was transfixed with my nipples, fumbled with my shoulder bag to get my purse, feeling my blood rise and my nipples enjoy the extra feed, they grew as he watched.'Do you really want to take this bus?' I smiled, feeling my heat treble under my skimpy thong, sweat or pussy juice, I know not, but it ran freely down my tanned long inner thigh.'Sure', I replied, 'why should I not take it'? He licked his lips, which were now dry, their was a sexual tension building. My sounds of distress must have awakened Tom because he stretched languidly and then focused his eyes on me. I was feeling around on the bed trying to determine where I was.He rose with concern on his face. Poured me a glass of water and brought it to me. He said, “Here drink this.” I was so thirsty that I thought I was going to die. So I grabbed the glass out of his hand and greedily gulped the whole thing down. My head pounded like I had chased a bottle of vodka with a gallon of tequila. I.