My cock exploded as I felt three spasms squirt into her hard and fast. J felt them as well because she moaned in time with the eruptions. After that m... cock shot a few smaller loads into her and then twitched a bit from the stimulation I was still getting from J's tight pussy.I reluctantly pulled out of her while I was still a little hard but losing that firmness quickly. I watched some of my creamy white semen that was still on the tip of my dick stay on her outer vaginal lips as I exited her.. She was confused and thought that she was having some sort of nightmare. Rahul took the (now finished) cigarette, pulled up Sapna’s kameez to expose her bellybutton and stuffed the burning end right inside. Terrified and in pain, Sapna tried to scream for help but couldn’t as Rahul kept strangling her with her dupatta.“Good morning dear mother.” cooed Rahul into Sapna’s ear, “you have been a real dirty girl, you know?” Rahul whispered. Hearing Rahul’s voice, she remembered what was happening to. Do I wear my mac? What will She think? But in fact She asked me to email Her a picture of me so She would know who I was when I turned up at the exhibition She was working at. So of course I did a pic of me in my pervert’s outfit. She said “thank you Graham, now I’ll know who you are”. So obviously it was ok then to turn up in my mac.And I did. God was I nervous (even after 7 years I was still very nervous every time I went to see Miss Melanie). I nearly didn’t go through with it, and loitered. As is the case, my husband, true to form, fell into a sex induced slumber, and I lay sweating, listening though the thin wall as his friend jacked-off to our endeavours, my husbands gentle snoring patterns, making him aware of our aloneness together, my occasional coughing alerting him to my close proximity and listening to the noises emanating from his bed, his masturbating noisy enough, possibly for my attention, now he knew there was more to my sugar and spice daily facade, my fucking made.