“Can you get us a copy of that video?” Joan asked. “I don't see why not,” I said. “But how am I going to get it to you unless I go there rig...t now and ask her for it. I don't have your last name or number or anything.” “Wash off all our stuff and go see if she’ll give you a copy, I'll wait by the window for you.” As I washed and dressed, Joan pulled the sheet we wet with our juices from the bed and used the top sheet to remake it. I got my phone and just as I was about to go over to the. Slowly the tight black satin first got a wet look, shimmering in the dull classroom light, then and few more pushes her black boyfriends jungle juice eagerly squirted it's way though the satin. It gathered in a thick line the length of her over stretched slit, getting heavier and heavier, until the sheer weight of the white gue made it slide down onto her naked white thighs. As it ran down, the runny semen left the spunk globed behind, she even made it bubble and pop, splashing millions of afro. All he did was ‘slam-fuck,’ not much fun for the woman. A lot of pain and not much pleasure. And Teresa’s pussy was getting slammed hard. Maybe she preferred it that way, I thought. Then Al turned to me, “That explains why she’s so loose and sloppy sometimes,” as I looked at Al, I was sad for him and felt this urge to kiss him and did. I knew he wanted to give his cheating wife and her lover a good pounding. I pleaded for him to stay with me, and kept kissing him. He kissed me back with a. He pushed his entire thumb inside her asshole. His dick was still in her pussy, banging her slowly now. Ammi was stretched between his finger and dick.He now spat some saliva on her asshole. Venkatesh was ready with a bottle of parachute hair oil now. Ammi realized what they were up to and immediately pushed Sunil away.Ammi: No, never, I will allow you to do this.Sunil: Nothing will happen. I promise it’ll be gentle. I have fucked many before. Please co-operate.Ammi: I have never been fucked.