I could feel the hot semen empty into my bowels. Mike was not far behind. Even though he had cum inside me less than thirty minutes ago, he filled my ...ussy again with his sticky seed. This time he held me until my breathing and heart beat had calmed. Then helped me to my feet. I wobbled a little and he caught me, then helped me back to my husband’s golf cart. I was sweaty and hot. My pussy and ass were leaking the cum from two men that I hadn’t really known until today. I leaned into my husband. Sunny used to be silent and talk very rarely. One day I asked her number and she was hesitant but gave me. I didn’t text her and I haven’t till now. The story begins here:I live with my dad in Mumbai. One day he had to go to my hometown for some functions so I was left alone. While I was returning home with my friend and my crush I said that now I’m all alone since my dad has left me. I had to cook and do all the things alone.I didn’t know my crush, Sunny was listening to this. Nothing happened. He pulled my chin up sothat I couldn't avoid his eyes, clouded with lust, asking rhetorically"Are you ready for your workout?"I resisted every hungry whimper inside me begging me to beg, andlistened to the soft voice of reason instead, gently pushing back sothat he released his grip on me. I crossed over to the ballet bar andlifted my leg up as high as it would go, then gently lowered it to thebar and began my squats. "Oui, Masteer Dirk. I eem ready." He looked atme as if I'd just sprouted. ”“I’m very flattered dear, but I think we had our time together. I’m too old now for that sort of thing.”I’d heard that before; I’d learned not to argue about it, but to just wait for her mood to change.We got back to find a patient waiting; a local fisherman with a bad gash in his leg sat stoically outside.I helped him in and gave him an injection of anesthetic at Ava’s instruction.“My arthritis is acting up today.” She said to me, “You can do the stitching.”She’s been instructing me, and I’d.