My god, it was fantastic, I was being double fucked by two cocks at the same time, something I’d often thought about but didn’t think I would ever...have the courage to try. My pussy and arse were full of throbbing, pounding cock and I was loving it. “Fuck me harder you bastards,” I said, “pound me, my arse and cunt.” They increased their efforts, fucking me as hard as they could, my cunt and arse were being pounded so hard, I knew I would be sore tomorrow, but at this point I didn’t care, all. Yes, I felt sorry for myself. I also felt sorry for us.Sam wasn't in the room. From what I'd seen and heard, this was unique. She'd been with him practically every second since she ran out of the kitchen the minute he was run over.She'd told me she loved him. I thought we could share him, with me getting the major part of his love, Sam getting the leftovers. She'd staked her claim. Nobody could look at her when she was in the room with Wes and not know he was her man.I didn't feel that she'd. Lenny Jackson was from the deep south and the only son of a Black farming couple. He had gotten a football scholarship to Boston College (BC) and had come to love New England, especially when he had met his, wife to be, Michelle, who was studying physiotherapy at the same college. They had now been married 25 years and had a daughter Abby, 22, currently at BC and a son Arron, 20, who worked alongside Lenny in his construction business. Lenny had gotten lucky when his parents had been offered a. "Do you fancy another trip out into the country?" Amala asked.Their previous trip out into the country had involved a fuck in a clearing in the woods so not surprisingly Patrick replied, "Oh yes, I am longing to be with you again."Amala arranged to pick up her lover on a road a short distance from his home and as she approached him her cunt twitched at the prospect of again having this hunk's cock visiting it.Forty-seven-year-old Amala Gupta was wearing shorts with, as Patrick would find out.