Oh fuck, it was my wife. I sat spellbound as I watched the dog mount her and begin fucking her. She squealed and moaned in exactly the same way as she...did when I fucked her. “I told you mate” said Tim, sitting on the edge of his seat “she is fucking amazing”. I couldn’t speak. I just sat wide-eyed as I watched my wife giving herself to an animal. The moaning continued and the crowd was going bonkers. “Yes, fuck that bitch” some guy screamed out and the rest cheered louder. Then the dog stopped. So much for foreplay, he slide in. No problem, I was wet.As he began to take long slow strokes I looked out at the lights and traffic below me.He grabbed one of my straps and began to slide it down my shoulder. I let go of the balcony rail and he eased it down. He then slid off the other strap and slid my dress down to my waist.He reached up and milked my heaving breasts as he continued to stroke me.I looked around and wondered how many nearby residents were watching me getting pounded by this. Everyone raised his or her glass and gulped the drink. [Associated with Lord Shiva, bhang is considered an official Holi drink. Culled from the leaves and buds of cannabis – the very intoxicating bhang helps to escalate the spirit of holi – a festival which does not recognise any restrictions. Lip smacking thandai, pakoras and vadas, all having bhang as a very essential ingredient, are savoured by all on the day. Bhang was first used as an intoxicant in India around 1000 BC and soon became an. She had checked out just about every fetish that she could over time and found that several turned her on. But tonight, she wanted to see a stiff cock, hopefully in a pussy as wet as hers.It wasn’t long until Ari was soaking wet and working on her clit. It felt so good and she could moan softly without worrying about getting caught. Suddenly, she noticed a light in the room next door. She hadn’t really noticed anyone all week but then she kept her d**** closed most of the time. She had opened.