We both cried a lot, and I still do when I think too much about that night in the bar when we first made love. Our break up was logistically difficult... because neither of us had anywhere to go. We ended up living together. We agreed that I would look for work in another city, and when I found something she would get a room-mate to help with the rent. I wanted to start fresh and find new friends a new life. I stayed in the spare room. These were some of the hardest months. One morning at. Ramlal must be gaping at my full ass now as I was facing the wall. I remembered while I was combing my hair in our bedroom once, my husband commented 'looks a big ripe pumpkin darling' looking at my petticoat-covered ass. I do not know if Ramlal was thinking the same. My petticoat string was tied just at the curve of my waist to my hips. I wish today I had tied it a bit up towards my navel. My bulging ass cheeks must be appearing very alluring and more so as my panty had long ago curled like a. After that, she started to cooperate with me, now I started to rub her Nipples with my fingers. She now became out of control, and she started to move Closer to me and on that day she has not wearing bra, so I removed one of her buttons and I moved my hand and placed in her boobs, as one hand is not sufficient for me to hold his boobs, now I started my left hand roaming in her left boobs and my right hand doing business in her thighs and my foot is just rubbing her legs and now I became out of. "That's it. Take it bitch. Take my big dick," grunted 'Mike'."Oh fuck yeah, baby, you like that? Yeah!" moaned 'Carlos'."She does, doesn't she? She can't get enough," said 'Mike'."Is that right, slut? Can't get enough of cock, can ya?" asked 'Carlos'."I want more..." I managed to say, mouth and ass still filled to the max."Yeah, that's right, suck that cock, baby girl," said 'Carlos'.I was in heaven! Here I was, dressed like a hooker, in a cheap sleazymotel, getting fucked like a cock loving.