At the other end of the bed, Ron was kneeling and rubbing his cock along Kathleen’s glistening bare pussy. He inserted himself and slowly fucked her...while the two ladies continued to massage every inch of my cock with their mouths and tongues.Although I could have enjoyed that moment much longer, I felt that Charlotte deserved to be pleasured as well. I moved to the other side of the bed and licked her pussy while she fondled Kathleen’s breasts and watched her husband’s cock slide in and out of. The shops sold pots and pans, silk garments, novelties, and religious trinkets. Food stands roasted lamb and chicken logs on spits. She passed veiled women carrying shopping bags. The streets were unmarked. The main avenues, however, were labeled by old signposts under which taxi cabs inched forward in traffic.The neighborhood children tugged on her chador. The cripples displayed their deformities for spare change. She found a café in the middle of a short block. The male patrons in the front. “Here – could you take these, please?” She gestured to two bags on the ground and her hand brushed against the waist band of his trousers. He felt his cock harden. He picked up the bags. She leant into the trunk again for the remaining bag, then stepped backwards, her rear nestling against his trousers. He caught his breath and stood still for a moment, his cock swelling. He longed to reach down and touch her. She turned and smiled. “This way.” She walked ahead of him to the house. “I’m afraid. Winnie came along at a time when I felt like I had stopped making progress and was nothing but a punching bag for Captain Psycho. She encouraged me, helped train me, comforted me when it got too much, and was there during those times when I need help to get my shirt off.Today was the day.I didn't see it coming, but when Captain Psycho brought both hands up to pound the back of my skull, my body reacted before my brain could engage, and I snapped his arm just above the elbow, before he could.