During the slow numbers, she cuddled closely to me and firmly ground her crotch into mine. She soon had my cock straining to be free. She groaned and ...eemed to melt as I grabbed both ass cheeks, squeezed hard, and pulled her to me. It was getting more and more difficult to remember she was a married woman.When she had consumed half of what was only her second drink, I found myself practically dragging her around the dance floor. Only then did I find out she didn’t drink. I told her we. Jabse mera gangbang hona shuru hua mere tharak ke to koi thikane hi nahe rahe ab to mere pati bhi kuch nahi kehte aur roz naye naye log late hai meri choot se apna promotion karvane , apne aur apne pati ke office ke har admi se chud chud ke mai bore ho chuki thi, padosi bhi mene koi nahi chora ! To ab mene naye sheher jane ki sochi , mere pati ka transfer to hona hi tha to hamne jaldi karva lia aur ham naye sher me nayi jagah agye. Vaha inke dur ke chacha rehte the unhone hame ghar dhundvaya,. Wanted t talk to some one with half a brain. There he was. As if he was waiting for me.Told me on the first day itself he was in his late sixties. I told him he could be my sugar daddy! He thought it was funny. We hit off from the word go. It was refreshing to talk to some one who was intelligent and witty. Never told me what his profession was.We talked about family, children and all sorts of things. He was well read and had interest in variety of subjects. It was fun and many a times I have. We exchanged kisses on arrival (passion starters) and also on occasion through the night (much more sedate, affectionate without being offensive to the others present -- especially the other men in their roles as fathers.)Other than we often held the hand of the woman to our right (to the dismay of the younger woman seated across the table), we didn't behave much differently from one of our regular Saturday evenings.Until about halfway through the evening.We were gathered at my house and I.