He soon had a good rhythm going. His finger sinking deeper and deeper in her wet hot box up to his knuckles... Then he added his big finger gently to ...he action... She groaned as the two fingers slowly began the lovely task of fucking her.He had never felt anything as erotic as this. His fingers had found no trace of hair on her fuck box. The things he had heard and read were true, Pakistani girls kept their pussies clean and hairless.His cunt fingering hand was now slicked up with the juice. Shot after shot went down her throat and still she held fast. She reached for my balls and squeezed, causing another orgasmic wave. Her head took my jerking cock in a timeless symmetry, the giver and the receiver as one. Three more spurts of cum passed into her mouth and I groaned loudly. But at that moment I was in love and I wouldn’t have cared if some Nazi came in and blew my brains out. Before I went soft Charlotte jerked me off till I could no longer bear the touch. But I wasn’t nearly. It's your idea after all." OK."Henry just took a few seconds to stand bare ass nude in front of us and Anais took the bottle and started to apply it all over him."I could need some help," she suggested to Rita who a little shyly stood and started to rub it in on the back of Henry."Sorry," he said as my wife had finished with his ass-cheeks. "You have to... spread them and... and apply some on my... my ass as well."Judging by his stammering it seemed that he wasn't so cool about the situation. Hard and rough and relentless. Just fucked me - no oral, nothing else. One fucked me and came, the other had his turn. Then they swaggered off laughing.It took me months before I could try dating. Even then it didn't work. The dates were stilted and awkward, the initiation of sex such a turn-off that I always made an excuse and left abruptly.Maybe six months later - armed with a **** alarm and a Taser - I was going home late. Paranoid to every sound. As I turned onto my street a car.