He was wearing a pair of boxers , he said she's on the balcony. When I walked outside my wife was leaning over the rail looking down at the pool. Her ...egs where apart enough for me to be able to see her pussy lips. I didn't speak, I just went to my knees and buried my face into her pussy. She moaned and pushed back mashing her nasty pussy into my face. She reached back and held my head tightly against her. My nose was actually in her butthole and I could smell the sent of a man on her. I was. She continued.“Sara was patient, she believed in and practiced foreplay and knew - because she was a woman - how to treat a woman. I found that the men I went with just wanted to get inside me and that was it. They had no time for my feelings.”Lauren nodded. “What did she do, then?” asked Lauren, thinking that she knew the answer anyway.“We used to take each other’s clothes off, but slowly, without a rush. And when she touched me, she knew where and when and how hard and all of those things. Finally I managed toremove my trembling fingers from my vagina. I lay there panting andbasking in the afterglow of the orgasm."Ok, that was pretty damn good." I panted to myself.I slowly picked myself up off of the floor and drew a bathtub of warmsoapy water for myself. Once the tub was full I lowered myself into thewater and let the bubbles soak away the aches from my muscles. I lookeddown my body as I lay there, it was weird to see my breasts bobbing justunder the water but not the familiar. What the hell? Sixty men? I never felt like that. At this point I pleaded to Ahmad, saying,“Please! No more! Lemme go. I am begging you”Ahmad looked at me sympathetically and said,“Hmm…I see. You should be a thankful young lady, that we still have some sympathy left in our hearts. We will take you home now. I guess all our brother are satisfied now?”“Yes, we all are,” some of them said. I tried to smile as Ahmad said,“Well, she cannot go home like this. We should clean her. Is there a public.