We enjoyed each other, but we wanted our freedom to do as we pleased. We divorced, but she still wanted to retain a sexual relationship with me. I kne... then that this was the time to turn this bitch into a common whore.I bluntly told her that the only way I would continue fucking her would be in her ass and she was to always keep her pussy shaved. It was clear she did not want to agree to these terms, but she was so horny and wanted to keep seeing me, so she quietly agreed to my terms. I made. The two men had Lori flat on her back and stretched out within seconds. Adding to the suspenseful drama, she kicked and twisted her legs and arms struggling to escape from the impending ****; a **** aided and facilitated by her husband; a **** that only moments before she had dreamed about; a **** that wouldn't be a **** because she desired it so much. Andy realized that he would have an unobstructed view of the intended assault, of Ken's big cock fucking his wife's tight pussy. Much against. He looked up at us and said “anyone else want a taste of theses DSL’s”? Steve got up, removed his pants and was followed by Desmond. Valerie gave me a gentle nudge and I got up and waited in line for some oral pleasure. Gerald seemed to enjoy holding Donna by the hair and forcing he mouth onto our waiting cocks. I didn’t think I could ever feel a better pair lips around my dick than my wife Valerie, but Donna were very close. After about 15 minutes of alternately sucking us, Gerald stood Donna. Jamuna was the seventh child of a peasant’s family in South India and she was her parent’s fourth daughter. The family had lost whatever little wealth they got after marrying off the three daughters. In addition, her father had borrowed several loans for buying seeds and manure apart from running the household. They had to sell off their tile-roofed house and move into a thatched hut because of their poverty. However, Jamuna grew up into a gorgeous girl despite the family’s miserable.