Me kahyu ke pan tara husband vishe su.Tu ene khub j prem kare chhe ne to pachhi mari sathe……. Em kahi ne hu ataki gayo.Ene tarat j kahyu ke sachu ...av to me marriage pela koi sathe kyare pan sex karyo nathi mane em ke lagn pachhi mari life sari hase. Pan lagn pachhi mane paisa khub j malya pan mara husband kyare pan mari sathe 10 minute thi sex karyu nathi. E pan once in a week.A samli ne to hu choki gayo.Me kahyu pan mari ek sarat chhe.Ene kahyu ke su.Hu morbi nahi avu pan tamare rajkot avu. Wewent to the bed room. I became naked and they again started to make cat calls. I asked them to strip and they became naked. I kissed each and every one of them with saliva getting exchanged between us. The guys were touching me all over my body and caressing me specially my naked breasts and butt. One of them was spranking me with his hand. I was shouting in excitement. Thapaad ki ghuunj aachi lag rahi thi. Main jaise jaise aur chillane lagi, unhe aur maaja aane laga.Maine apne bed me unhe. He released my cock and he looked up at me and smiled. He then said daddy I am yours tonight, to do as you see fit. I want to be your slut and I will do whatever you want me to do. I leaned back and slid my cock over his lips, thinking to myself this had to be a game. This kind of shit just doesn’t happen to me. I was waiting for him to say, oh just k**ding or hey it will cost you 200 dollars, or some shit like that but he went back to my cock and was sucking me like a professional. As he. ‘I know you were looking forward to the trip Brian.’ The kind older woman said with genuine sorrow in her voice. ‘He did tell me to let you know how sorry he was that things did not work out as you both had planned.’ She added with a bit of compassion. ‘Certain . . . complications had arisen at the last minute, that’s all.’ Mrs. Osterant finished evasively and dismissively. ‘Complications? What complications?’ I asked prying a little, doubting that I was being told the whole truth as yet. ‘Well.