I needed more cock. Larry had finished dressing and looked down at me. Fucking slut look at you. Pull yourself together for your next fuck. I'll be ...ending him right up. Larry left the washroom closing the door behind him. I lay on the washroom rug in the middle of the washroom beginning to gain a small sense of sanity. Damn I had just been fucked by four teenage boys that had dominated me and in my own washroom of my home. Downstairs my loving husband of thirteen years was downstairs with. Aunt paid for that. We have our lunch on dhaba. Aunty went to bathroom and I start the bike. She hoped sideways like Indian lady. I asked her to hold me properly. She asked how? I keep her right hand on my thigh and left hand on shoulder.After some time I speed up the bike up to 80 km/h. She feared much and she kept her right hand on my penis over my track pant and left hand on my tummy. I intentionally applied break to fill her 40 sized boobs. I think she also ride the journey on bad. “And how about if I start a video?” and he pointed to the camera on the stand.Anna shrugged her shoulders. “Sure, it’s fine.”“Great.”She stood like a roman goddess while he turned on the video camera and started to snap photos of her.“Can you turn, so I can get all sides?” he askedShe paused momentarily and he thought the jig was up, but she said, “Okay,” and slowly turned until she’d gone completely around.She never mentioned being a dancer, but she moved as graceful as an eagle soaring. .but nothing is a substitute for the real thing. Today is the day, you come and see me for the weekend at my parents house. I’ve been lying in bed all morning fantasizing about all the things we’re going to do when you get here. You say you want to make me cum over and over. As soon as you step through the door I can’t contain myself. I walk over to you and push you up against the door and give you a passionate kiss. No one is home and I don’t say a word just lead you upstairs to my parents.