It felt like an endless stream of guys, taking turns using any hole they felt like, some were quick, some lasted longer, some got kind of rough, but t...ey just kept fucking us. Maybe an hour or two after the fun began, the fucking slowed and I could hear the guys moving back upstairs. My poor asshole, pussy, and mouth were so sore, but still we could not speak or move. During this time you could hear one of the girls still being fucked by a guy wanting seconds or thirds, but the crowed had. So I sat down on the couch and she began.She certainly knew what she wanted and how to do it. She ovalled her lips and used just them to go up and down on my rod. She used her tongue to swirl around my shaft as she sucked my rod deeply into her mouth. She clamped mouth around my rod and created an incredible suction that felt like my rod was in a vacuum. She just paid her attention to the tip , gently nibble on it, suck on it,. Locked and asked me to wait.I got free and got into my undies only and made a drink for self. Waiting for my surprise and i heard the door opened.. She was in a Bengali saree with matching stuff and looking beautiful.On asking why so she said she was getting married to Bengali guy and just wanted to know if she can impress him or not. She was just terrific and looking hot as hell.Came close to me kissed … Her red hot lips were making me loose my self … It tasted well stuffed and i was pulling. ‘Uh, how about a mug.’ he laughed. ‘Oh, jeez Robbie, I’m sorry.’ she said, embarrassed. She was acting like a scatter-brain. ‘What was this all about?’ she wondered. ‘That’s OK, Julie. I probably caught you by surprise. I’m sorry if I embarrassed you. I didn’t mean to do that.’ he said apologetically. ‘No, No, Robbie, don’t apologize!’ she quickly protested. ‘Look, I’d be happy to go out with you. It’s just that I’m only off on Sunday and Monday.’ she explained. ‘Well then, it’s up to me to.