I said to her “it is my lund (cock in Indian language)”. She looked genuinely confused and asked “what is a lund”? I replied, don’t you know...what a lund is? She said no, show it to me. So I pulled up my lungi and exposed my throbbing hot erect 7 inches to her. She just sat there stupefied and grabbed it again in her fist saying “what is it”? Why have you got it and I haven’t? And then she shocked me even more. She just simply pushed down her Shalwar (Indian loose trouser) and spread her legs. "Oh, Los Angeles, Terry but let's talk about something else shall we?"She said "I mean, what about you, what are your likes and dislikes forinstance?"He talked about his job, he was an architect, and his home, he hadbought his own house even though he was unattached, and hundreds ofother things that Marilyn already knew the answers to.By the time he had finished talking about himself he had plied her withthree more large glasses of wine and she could feel herself getting alittle tipsy. She had. She had expected a finger or even a cock, but it was semi-rigid fluid that forced its way inside, stretching her insides to the limit. This probably shouldn’t have shocked her—Opal was technically a Beth clone, after all.That same pressure found its way to her asshole, but hesitated. Realizing this was the equivalent of asking for consent, Dana grabbed her butt cheeks and pulled them wide. In for a penny, in for a pound, she figured, then giggled. A proper pounding, then.When Opal entered her. This must have been a fluke but I was glade for it. I was intrigued by the circumstance, but at the moment, I was more interested in feeding my lust.I drank in the visual feast for as long as I could stand it before I excused myself, saying that I had to use the bathroom. As soon as I got into the bathroom, I locked the door, dropped my jeans and attended to the needs of my aching dick. As I sat on the toilet savagely pulling my pipe, I noticed a pair of panties laying on the top of the clothes.