Im surprised but happily kiss her back, allowing her to taste herself on my mouth. I open my legs and feel fingers rubbing at my once again wet slit a...d I open my legs wider, wanting to feel more. I gasp as I feel a cock at my entrance, I open my eyes and see Josh standing there, his cock rubbing against my cunt. I bite my bottom lip, not realizing that he was planning on fucking me too. I look at Ali and she nods in encouragement, I nod at him and moan as his cock–not as thick but a bit longer. It was her cousin’s house.I took the bouquet out and started walking towards the entrance. A bit anxious, I almost decided to chuck the entire idea, however, something made me go on anyway.I walked straight through the gate, greeting a random uncle on my way, “Namaste uncle, Mubarak ho!”.He smiled at me, “bahot bahot shukriya beta”, and shook my hand.I didn’t offer the bouquet to him. It wasn’t for him anyway. I proceeded with a sigh of relief.The toughest part was over.I tried to locate Sanya,. He was so exited that it didn't take long before he buried his cock in my pussy and filled me with his hot seed while he groaned; "Ooooh yes, now you'll get my seed you horny slut oooh yeeees!"I got another orgasm while he filled me with his seed. He lay on top of me for a while with his cock buried in my pussy.Then he pulled it out and forced me to suck it clean from our mixed juices and he said; "You better clean it well you little slut!" I obeyed with great eager.Now the worst of our lust. At work and with my friends I was still happy, but there were times when I was alone when everything seemed less shiny, less colorful somehow. It’s as close to a depression I had ever come in my life. I shook it off kind of quickly, and the only lasting result of my temporary blues was that I lost some weight, which meant that I could buy some new clothes, two sizes smaller than before. And honestly – retail therapy really does work! My new, thinner, slightly more cynical, but still infinitely.