She got on all fours, John’s last load pouring out of her pussy onto the bedspread. He picked her up and placed her on the floor in front of me, sli... under her, his cock finding her pussy again with a loud slurp, one of the other guys knelt in front of her and she opened her mouth, while the third knelt behind her and slid straight into her ass. She grunted with satisfaction as all three started to thrust, fucking her three holes with long, deep thrusts. The two new guys came almost together,. Sarla aunty was tall for an Indian lady, at 5’9, lean, had a awesome structure and shape of 34-29-36 , fair and had a nice innocent face with long hair reaching upto her hip. She was cultured looking, wore fashionable cotton sarees, had a modern attitude. She was a widow and got her husband’s job in the government. She sported a sexy nose ring and wore nice big earrings as well. I bet many men loved the way she walked, showing off a bit fleshy hip and a round ass. Ever since i was a kid, i. It was moving slow but her body was jerking, fucking it twice, three times as fast as it was fucking her."You want it, don't you?" Mnnmmm," she grunted, shaking her head 'yes'. I looked at Peter. "Deeper." Elizabeth shook her head hard, pleading underneath the hood, eyes wide as the shaft pushed deeper into her. "Nine inches," Peter said. I stared. She was part of a machine, the metal Chair and her flesh, a bundle of muscle and tissue and nerve endings responding to being fucked. I was turned. I have never felt such a desire to fuck my wife. No love making – just out right bend her over and drive it home fucking. I was actually looking forward to see where this was going to take us.I arrived home a few hours later, three days before I was scheduled. Both my son and wife were surprised to see me walk in the door. I admit I was a bit let down that I did not walk into something more sinister but both were found in the kitchen. My wife was cooking dinner while my son sat at the table. I.