“1,” I yelped. The next couple came in quick succession. “2 . . . 3 . . . 4 . . . 5! Oww babe, this really hurts!” “Shh," he told me. "Don't...make me gag you.” I instantly shut up. A couple more whips to the butt and he walked away. He came back a minute later and started rubbing his hands over my body, where he then started caressing and playing with my clit. Now, I'm very sensitive there, and he knows that. Obviously him playing with me there caused me to start getting very wet, very fast. My. It was like I was watching some kind of weird porn movie, one good looking girl, three grannies, and these nine or ten homeless looking guys all having sex. Lets not forget three passed out husbands sitting in a both snoring. I watched as the men went from pussy to pussy, boobs giggled and swayed, and jizz dripped from overflowing cunts. Cum soaked bushes and moaning from both men and women. After several hours we all left, the guys helped carry the drunk husbands to the rooms. The biker left,. He sped up the rhythm of his aggressive thrust into Velamma’s velvet pussy. He exploded all over Velamma’s ass and sat back satisfied.Disappointment showed in Velamma’s face as she stared at Gajrup’s warm cum that stuck to her juicy ass. Before she got a chance to take a breath, Chetty grabbed Velamma and got under her.Chetty: Here. Let me give you some anal. Sachi loves anal!Velamma didn’t look too sure it would work as Chetty thrust into her tight ass. Velamma looked up and saw Sachi’s. I miss you, Papa. This is such a strange feeling for me. I am so unused to being unsure of what to do. When I was alone, it was easy. I was lonely, but I always knew what to do. I guess that the price of love is the uncertainty that comes with opening your heart to the whims of another. I need to learn more about the seven deadly sins. I know what they are, but how does one commit each sin. More importantly, how did my husband fall under their shadow? Well, I guess I have to visit the opera.