The look of disgust on my face pleased Terry. This threesome is going to cost me more, way more, than I realized. After we caught our breath, Terry ad...its this whole experience has caught her by surprise.“God that was so hot,” she exclaims. “Sorry if I hurt you. I was like possessed. How’s your asshole?” “What do you think?” I whimpered in as manly a manner as a man can muster after being anally ****d by his wife. My asshole throbbed with pain. I felt like it had been beaten up for ten rounds.. Cindy had suggested bratwurst as well, so Dad had picked up some of them and asked around about how to cook them. Brats weren't something we cooked down there -- but he was desperate to be a part of the community.I had passed around my share of invitations as well. The Cookes would be there, of course, and I'd finally meet Janet's husband. The Minors and Kings were coming -- Cindy was going to be my date, after all. Also a couple of the other people I did yard work for were coming. Dad got. Wahan kafi garmi aur bhir ko dekh kar unka ladaka bar bar ro raha tha isliye Neha bhabhi ne kaha dinu tum jakar Nirmala didi ke bachhe ko sambhalo, wo garmi ke karan kafi ro raha hai agar chup nahin huwa to ghar par Nirmala ko lejao wahan shayad munna chup ho jaye. Tab me Nirmala didi ke karib jakar baith gaya wo kafi bindas aurat thi jara bhi laaj sankoch nahin tha garmi lagan eke karan wo apane patikot ko ghuntane tak uncha utha kar phankhe ke samne baithi huyee thi aur phankhe ki wajah se. I went on my own to a favorite bar and nursed a couple of martinis while my anger toward Deke, muted and surrendered by an overload to my senses and emotions, came roaring back on the fuel of time and booze. On the way home I even took a detour towards the mall where he worked, contemplating a giant scene that made far more sense in a big-budget film than in the actual life I led and was accountable for. Stronger logic prevailed; after all, it wasn’t his fault, and after a long detour through.