."What?" she gasped."Who's that?" Oh shit. My husband!" I thought you said he and your aunt went to your parent's." They did ... they said they..." Sh...t!" she gasped as she struggled to free herself from their entanglement.Frantically, she looked over the room, seeking escape, or at the very least a hiding place. Her brain went into overdrive, telling her to hide their clothing. She scooped up her panties, his shirt, coat, shoes, everything!Her husband's car's headlights lit up the bedroom. She was doing both of these things because I had asked, and I was leaning my chin on my hand and looking into her eyes with an air of intense interest, hoping she wouldn't notice that my leading comments and questions would, if one were observant, belie the fact that I was actually paying no attention whatsoever.My favorite waitress was on tonight, and she came over to ask for our drinks. I ordered a bottle of wine for the two of us, and then asked our waitress where the lavatory was, though I. The men have cum on her and in her, before I arrived. The man inside her, and both of the guys in her red lipsticked mouth cum, and their sperm jets out, adding to the mess on her body. The guys standing around, waiting their turn, begin to yawn and then slump down. Then the men on the table start to fall asleep, drooping over her now comatose body. The new guy in her jerks once, shoots his load on her face, and falls across her body. Now nobody is moving. There’s no groaning. The sleeping. I could not take my eyes off her even for a second. If this was not enough, my temptations hit sky-high as my eyes caught up with her large boobs. She bent down to apply sandal paste on the bride’s cheeks. The sight of her big boobs hanging down from the side through her saree gap was mouth-watering.I kept staring at her boobs, not minding if anyone was watching me. As she turned to get down the stage, she noticed me staring at her. She came down and stood right next to me.Looking towards the.