The smile from the other photos had gone and been replaced by a look of trance-like ecstacy; which was hardly surprising when you saw how his big, fat...prick was stretching her cunt, as he drove it hard into her from behind.My heart was pounding in my ears. I was sweating and my mouth was dry. I could hardly believe what I’d just seen. I mean... this wasn’t just a few, staged porn pics in a magazine... this was someone I really knew and really worked with, really having real sex! I looked. I put my hand on the back of her head and let it trace her long hair that flowed down to her ass. She then sat back, buckled up with her southern drawl, saying Alright STUD; lets get Rocking to get the Party started. And reached forward to turn up the radio volume.I laughed and said Okay Party Girl , Hope you are ready to Party.The sport shirt she wore complimented her body well, showing how well toned it was and how she was blessed with ample breasts that appeared as footballs.The shorts she. I raised my behind. Then he filled my vagina with his semen. At that time there was hard knock on the door. I was naked. I somehow wore my bra and panty jumped behind the long curtains, he simply put on a towel and opened the door. The sweeper boy came inside and told him, Nisha madam is waiting for you outside, I think she needs fucking session again. They were talking in Hindi. This sweeper boy knows about his sexual acts. That moment I found I am not his first rich housewife with whom he had. “I think,” she said, “we need to get you a big thick bathrobe too.”“Why?” I asked, confused.“Because...” She slowly stepped towards me. “If you’re wandering around the house like this, it might get embarrassing when I do this in front of Mom.”“Do what?” God, I’m stupid. Why did my stupid mouth ask the stupid question before my stupid brain could stop it?“This...” She leaned forward to kiss me, then deftly untucked the towel and pulled it from around my waist. Then before I knew what was.