His wail still filled her ears. His tearsstill dampened the carpet. The nightlamp still fell in slow motion. Theimage of her young son, her pride, her...treasure, still dominated theroom: her blue dress, her pantyhose, her jewelry, her lipstick,her...everything! On him, a thirteen-year-old boy. On his face, shame ---and fear.She wavered, briefly, before she walked into his bedroom. The argumentsin this room had been heated and strenuous. Each had always risen to thechallenge of the other, each. Some time later I went to a bikers party, was more like a club get together than a wild bikers weekend,this is where mine and as you will read, my buddies desires come to life!I had gone for the past few years with a long time buddy from high school, John, both of us always crashing in the same tent and splitting some of the costs, never being anything more than that.Last year John got married to a sweet girl with an amazing body but John tells me she is very shy in the bedroom, generally doing. Thirty seconds later, Ted's buddy Fred enters the cab. He was another black guy about 55. By this time, Mark was standing over me with his cock buried in my throat while Ted had my legs at the inside of the knees pulling them back. This exposed my pussy to Fred as he could get a great view of Ted's large cock sliding in and out. He said " Damn, she is one hot bitch.'" I muffled a thank you. Mark said he was coming and to open wide. I prefer sucking to completion, but he wanted to stroke. Later we both were horny.Me: Oh, really! That nice (but I was angry inside and wanted to push her head inside the commode)Shreya: Vasu Ji! Do you see any love bites on my neck?Me: Yes! There are many. Did you make him wild last night?Shreya: I don’t know. He was aggressive and left his marks on my body.Me: Can I see it?Shreya: Yes! She removed her top and saw love bites on her boobs and back.It’s been a long time for me to saw love bites, but it raised my temperature again. My body got heated.