Ek din me apni dauter ko school chod ke return hoo raha tha mujhe wo aage richaw me jaate hua nazar aayi mene apna two wheeler uske peeche hi laga liy... or bina kuch kahe uske peeche chalta raha , use nahi pata tha ki me uske peeche hun , us din pehli baar mene use itne paas se dekha , dosto wo bahut hi gori the or uska blouse back less tha , uski figure kya mast thi uski chuchiyaan jyaada badi nahi to choti bhi nahi thi bilkul perfect thi ,Jub rickshaw chal raha tha to uski skin , back hil rahi. It was totally intense as my tongue and mouth was gladly working it, due to the fact that the cock in my pussy was driving me insane with lust. Someone started teasing and pinching my erect nipples while another was rubbing lube in to my ass crack and hole. Madame Stephanie then spoke with the microphone again, Wow boys, looks like youre having fun, just look at the whore! she announced stirring the group into a frenzy. It was then I heard a chant from some of the guys SLUT, SLUT, SLUT but it. I lay on the master bed eagle spread with my knees folded. I held his head, put it on my crotch, asked him to lick me there and return the favor to which he gladly obliged! My pussy was getting wet my the minute and I had to bite on my lips to prevent me from squealing. My young lover was learning fast how to please a woman and was doing it slowly. Ahhhh… what a seduction! My husband won’t do this to me. A deep grunt of pleasure escaped my throat. He climbed up between my legs and sucked my. Friends helped set the whole thing up for them in California.The guy who did the wedding cake for OUR marriage lived in California for years before he moved back home to take care of his aging parents. He had a lot of friends still in California, so it was like a pipeline of information. We knew where the wedding was going to be, where we were going to stay, where we were going to eat, the whole enchilada, before we left.Tim talked me into a reprise of the dress I wore for our wedding."Why?".