So I followed her to the kitchen. I went and hugged her from back and started kissing her neck. She held my hand tightly and said,”I think my son is...in mood?. I replied,”yeah, from morning I’m going to make you cry” and started to poke her belly button and started to rotate there. She was breathing heavily. I went and closed the main door and we moved to the master bedroom. I made her roll on the bed. She was wearing a beautiful purple saree and blouse. What a woman? I fell on her and kissing. Red hot. My head swam as the sensations of his fingers running down my back and cupping my bum overturned every thought in my mind, as his rock-hard cock, dripping with precum, ground into my pelvis. Slowly, I sagged to my knees. I didn’t care about its size at this point. There, in front of me, visibly throbbing, the most delicious sight in the world, it was massive. I reached up to touch it. It seemed to burn in my hand, so incredibly hard, like stone wrapped in velvet. The air in front of me. My orgasms were so intense my pussy juice flowing with both cocks throbbing inside me pumping there cocks into my ass and Kyle slamming his Titan Missile cock into my horny pussy. I was screaming and begging to be fucked my husband grabbing my hips slamming his cock deep into my ass. My husband grabbed my tits rolling to the side and pulling me along with him so I was sitting on my husbands cock now and it was buried deep in my ass. He spread my legs saying to Kyle “FUCK MY WIFE”. I could now. Amazingly, she looked perfectly composed - like an air stewardess, smiling blithely at her panicked passengers after a particularly turbulent take-off. It was comforting. Swiping the tears from her eyes, Amy managed a smile. “There’s a good girl. You’re safe, the lift can’t fall. Safety mechanisms, you know. Look,” Marsha stamped a stilettoed foot, “solid as a rock.” She stamped again, vibrating the lift’s floor like the skin on a drum. “No, no, no… don’t do that. Please stop, Ms. Hardwick.” .