Sherri felt some of the man spunk running down her leg and into her ass crack to rest up in the nest of her anus with a little puddle of wetness that ...ade it seem like that is where it originated and not from her slit up front. She prayed that neither of the men would explore her inner legs with their adventurous hands in the darkened theater because they would discover immediately that she was wearing crotch-less panties and that she had spunk in both her vaginal opening and in her anal. Huh? Come on. Open it. Just unhook the blouse for me, Sheela. Come on. Do it.”I was terrified that he’d hurt me, and my fingers moved, trembling and shaking to the hooks. I wanted to shout for help but my mouth has gone dry and no voice was coming up. My mind was flaming with humiliation and I couldn’t think straight. Now all I wanted was my hubby back home and Mr.Sharma has promised that he will look at my breasts and nothing else.One by one I unhooked my blouse, shaking and whimpering, dazed. I didn’t say anything and just couldn’t think what to do. I turned back and he grabbed my breasts from behind. He pressed my breasts over my blouse. He pinched my nipples hard.I lost control and pressed his head on my chest. Then lifted my saree and petticoat and brought my panty down. I kept my hands on the wall and asked him to fuck me from behind. He lifted my saree and petticoat and inserted his penis in my vagina from behind. He pushed inside my pussy and fucked me hard. I kept my hands on. We both moaned loudly, shuddering together. When her orgasms ended, we fell apart into a heap on the bed. We breathed heavily recovering from an amazing experience making love. It was the only way to start a glorious day. It started out as a glorious day and looked to be one of our best. Today, we celebrated the tenth anniversary of our first trip to Paris. Shelley and I planned a special day. I rented a classic old sports car convertible, the concierge of the hotel packed a picnic hamper.