. a few hours before I showered and dressed for work. By the time I got on that bus, the game was beginning to wind down.”“And how many others on ...ur team were playing your game with you?” There it was. She was suspicious.“None that I’ve identified. Like I said, people log in with their gaming alias. I don’t usually try to track down the real identity. Could be the whole company was playing. Were you?”“Though I try not to be blatant, I don’t play games.” She looked me intently in the eyes and I. " This is gonna happen, Baby." he said in my ear. Keeping one hand on my shoulders he pushed himself up. The other hand went to his raging cock. Positioning his head on top of my tight hole he said "If I can't trust you I can't lube up. I'll fuck your ass dry if I have too." And with that he raised his hips and let his weight drive down on my ass hole. The pain was enormous, it felt like he was going to tear me apart. I knew I had no choice but to do what he wanted or suffer serious. She took more time to open the door. When she opened the door, she was a bit shocked to see me.She exclaimed: “You?! How did you find my house?”. I didn’t answer. She looked around and pulled me inside and closed the door behind. Then our conversation started.She: Why you are here? And how did you find the house?Me: Please relax, I am here to return your mangalsutra which you left back in the bus.She was stunned by my answer and now she understood how I got the address and all. Her husband had. In her new position, I couldn't resist running my tongue over the tight pink pucker of her anus. Whether it was the feel of my tongue on her asshole or the sight of her mother vigorously fucking me, she immediately came again, gasping and writhing uncontrollably. I could hear Sharon moaning at the sight of her daughter writhing in ecstacy and, within moments, I felt Sharon's pussy quivering around my cock as she joined her daughter in orgasmic bliss.After Sharon had recovered she began to again.