It was almost midnight, and I had to get up for work the next morning. Walking out the door, a hand grabbed me. Her again. She was afraid. She needed ...omeone to take her home. I felt mingled pity and disgust.Pity won. We made our way down Eighty-fourth Street under the harsh orange glare of sodium arc streetlamps. Where did she live? Some town on the Island. Long Island. Where the rich folks lived. What the hell had I gotten myself into?She wasn't a bad looking broad, maybe on the wrong side of. Hamare garr kee bhad puri keth hor jangle thi. Rath 7 k bhad hamare garr ke pass koi nai hatee thee kyu ki waha rath 7 waje k bhad puri handera hoo jhati hai hor hamari garr last mee honeke karan waa koi nai hatee thee. Hamare garr waloo koo hadath hoo gahi thii rath mee woo jhane kii. Un dinno garmi jyadha thi hor ham bhar katiya dal karr sothe thee hor rath bich mee washroom hayee thoo ham kethi mee jhakar kar lethe thee. Ekk din ham rath mee bhot horny thee hor mujee see sex karne ki ichaa. My wife jerked me as I sucked on her lover. After a while, Buck ordered me to lay onto the bed, on my back.Ana soon straddled me, making a nice 69 and we both sucked each other.Buck climbed behind my sensual wife and he entered her, staring to fuck her wet cunt just inches away from my face. I just lay there watching…But after some long strokes, Buck yelled at me, ordering to keep sucking my wife. I did it, licking Anita’s filled cunt and Buck’s dick at the same time.After a while, they. In this way I could imagine I was making love to my own mom. This brought me off in almost no time at all, and I was ejaculating hard into Polly. Whether it was seeing me orgasm, whether it was Polly's tongue on her engorged clit, or whether she was imagining that I was making love to her I don't know, but whatever it was, mom was climaxing before my orgasm was over.Carmen now decided that this was her chance, and pushed Polly to one side, and began to lick at mom's pussy, but mom pushed her.