Our conversation went like that for some time.Whenever I call her I put on some spicy topic and tries to make her hot and wet. Sometimes I insist her ...o massage and make some noise for me. Now I come back to the incident.I went to her home on a fine Sunday morning. When I rang the bell, she opened the door and she was wearing a blue shirt and tight leggings. I asked her r u alone now. She said her parents went for a marriage function. This news made me happy. She invited me to her tv room. We. Mind made up, I ridiculed my husband inside my head, he was a CUCK and would stand aside as these men gratified themselves in my holes, Oh God I craved them as my hand rested on the handle and turned it a little, quietly and stealthily, feeling it come to a halt and the door give way a little, only stopping as it hit my toe, the crack was visible, it was open and my heart pounded, as the waft of cooler air came through and the men were now within range.I slowly let the handle return to its. She shot one brief look at Brad, that had in it a number of messages, among them “Thank you” and “This had better be real” and even a touch of lust. Then she squealed and whooped and generally made noise, while Jasmine joined her and they both jumped and danced all around the entryway to the handsome house. Then there was twelve year old scotch for the men and carrot juice, of all things, for the women as toasts were made.Julie quite unashamedly explained that women in her condition shouldn’t. Once in the bedroom he showed me the card that was behind the dresser. So I get down on the floor and reach behind the dresser " should I pull it out " Don asks he is now standing right next to me and as I turned I was perfectly eye level with his huge bulge in his shorts, I remember just being frozen and this rush going through out my entire body, I could see the outline of his cock through his shorts and instantly my cock was hard, I nervously said yes as I looked up at him, he smiled and .