Now the dynamics among us transformed to boy friend and girl friend to which some of the mami’s noticed and commented “ lagta hai ek shadi ka joda...aur taiyaar karna padega“Mansi mausi blushed on such commented and defended me “are beta hai mera.. khyal rakhta hai mera”. Mami agained treased her “ to doodh bhi pila diya kar apne bete ko“And hearing this I understood the meaning but remained innocent faced and said “main doodh din mien nai peeta” and all the mamis laughed on my statement and. My husband had always wanted to make me happy so why wouldn't it make him happy to see me stretched to my sexual limit, to see me come so hard that I would lose control of my body and that's when my pussy start contracting around his big cock. I started coming over and over, I couldn't handle it, and my body was quivering as he pounded his cock into me. My pussy clamping down on his shaft even though I was trying my hardest to stop it. It was already too big, the last thing I needed to do was. Then they go home and do one of two things. They either jump their wives bones, or they lock themselves in the den and whack off thinking about you.”Lana said “No they don’t! That’s not true Bob!”He went on “Now, in the first category, some of the wives have figured out that their husbands always seem to be horny after they get gas. Those women bring their cars here too, and they see first hand what got their men going. The second category turns out to be. Like having a curling iron set to high shoved up your ass. I swear never to try it, until the fog in my mind clears again and I realize that’s exactly what’s happening to me. I’m being fucked, each new thrust a notch deeper into my asshole. I try and groan out a plea, I don’t want this, it hurts, I want to go home. But it sounds weak in my ears and only seems to spur the assailant on, his gruff hands tightening into my hips, digging into my flesh. He spreads my asscheeks apart, drilling farther.