“It doesn’t work like that,” he said. Then his face darkened in concern. “Have you never been with a man?” I shook my head, “Uh, Uh.” �...Oh my God! But you’re not a virgin, I know that from lunchtime,” he said with genuine concern. “My dear, you need to give it time. I can’t just make it pop back up again.” I looked down at his cock, which was now softening and drooping. How could I not know this? I felt a little embarrassed and as deflated as he looked. I wanted that magnificent cock in my pussy. We were married on the same day. My wife is Anjana and Ajay’s wives name is Shweta.Now let me come to the main plot. My first night with “Anju” was too good. On my d’day Anju was on the bed wearing a red saree and I entered the room. She was too sexy. I asked her to remove all the ornaments which she was wearing. She slowly removed all the ornaments. She was now in her saree and I was wearing a designer kurta paijama. I slowly removed her saree then her blouse.She was in her white bra and red. Emily and Connie fell with her, one to either side.The three women lay next to each other on the broad expanse of the waterbed. Connie continued her tandem suckling with Emily for a few moments, then began sliding lower on the bed, lips and fingers busy with the happy work of further inflaming the lushly curved young woman. She paused only long enough to slide Emily's silk panties down over the garters and long, restlessly moving legs.For a moment, Connie was presented with a quandary - which. She moved her head further down and inserted 2 fingers in her honeypot. She was now all the way down and gagged all over my cock her hands were busy too. Her left hand was massaging my balls while her right hand was fucking her own pussy. Her tongue was licking my complete shaft and i knew i wasn't going to last much longer. She had her eyes closed too and fingered her pussy even faster she was close too. I heard the sound of a closed car door."AH FUCK!" ,she screamed and quickly pulled her.