I can't even go to a bar to help me forget" I whispered to no one in particular. Remembering the reason I was here reignited the ache I felt in my hea...t, which was slowly creeping through the rest of my body. Taking a long swig of my beer, I almost missed the soft sounds of someone sitting down next to me. Not feeling up to socializing with someone new, I kept my attention on the rest of the bar."Some things are not meant to be forgotten" came the second sweetest voice I had heard in a long. .. thing ... inside me at the ceremony, you refused. It hurt me so bad, because I thought you were rejecting me, and afraid of what the men might do when they found out. But then you knelt down between my legs, and checked to make sure I was not too dry, so you wouldn't hurt me."It made no sense. No man would ever consider caring whether or not the ceremony hurt his wife, or not. It's supposed to hurt. But you cared and you had never met me! You even used your mouth to get me ready, which was. Raju: After a good few minutes, both of them cum. I licked both their pussies clean of the cum. I looked around and saw Manasa getting fucked by her dad. I couldn’t wait any longer and wanted to fuck my mom. I got in position over her and pushed my cock into her pussy.Raju: It was a little loose compared to Manasa’s, which was much younger and inexperienced pussy. Next to us, Vivek uncle started fucking Priya aunty. As I was fucking my mom, I saw Satish uncle cumming in Manasa’s pussy. My dad. “And what brings you here, Sir John?”“To tell the truth, I would simply say curiosity,” I told her. “I’ve never been to Paris. In fact, I’ve only been to France twice before and then only on very short trips for my government.”“So then, you work for the English King?” she asked.“Not at the moment,” I said with a smile. “Right now Agnes and I are enjoying the sights and sounds of another country.”“Agnes is not your wife?”“No, Madam Leclerc. Agnes is my secretary, and we always travel together..