Shortly after my husband walked out and the k** was still going on about what he wished to do to me, I thought my husband was going to flip as he some...imes tends to do. To my surprise he calming walked over the the k** and asked him if he would be interested in seeing my big tits. The k** was elated by this idea and quickly followed us to the very dark other side of the building where we had parked our vehicle. I climbed into the back of our oversized suv and before I new it the k** was in the. I watched her hump his hand, so close to her own release, thatshe didn't want to stop. And myself, well, watching her fuck his hand,was hitting my peak over his fingers, his thumb doing crazy circlesover my clit as his three fingers plunged deep into my moist hole. "No no no.." I moaned, not wanting him to stop. "Don't stop rubbing Rebecca, Jack," Antara encouraged, leaning overJack's cock, and shoving it between her huge knockers, her nipples hardwith arousal. All of a sudden I realized how. I didn’t have time to admire my handiwork, or to think about our agreement to use my bed, but unbuckled my belt, pulled my jeans down and plunged in to the root. Julia cried out again, a throaty, husky cry, and pushed her over-heated rear hard against my groin. Almost immediately her legs stiffened then started to shudder uncontrollably as she gripped the table hard. Eyes closed tight, she cried out as she came in a jerking, shuddering rush. My groin was liberally bathed in her fluid as I held. Net and for those who couldn’t find it I will be glad to send those personally on request through my email id you have to just mail me.So let’s go back to the story. You read how I fortunately got a chance to make love with Mrs. Sharma and now I welcome everyone back to the sequel of my first story. Part 2: MaidAfter my experience with Mrs. Sharma I felt really shameless towards women thinking that anyone would enjoy sex with me and no one will reject me as my opinion about Indian woman had.