I was more interested in a cute blonde woman who was chatting to me while groping my crotch. Another woman came up and kissed me. “Can you handle bo...h of us darling” one of them said. The three of us retired to a corner for some serious foreplay.Now, as you are aware, women have the ability to have multiple orgasms. Unfortunately men don’t. We need a rest between orgasms. So I made it my mission to hold off and ensure my “partner” go to get off several times. Now I had two women on the go. Both. "He did... Now make love to me!"I looked deep into her beautiful eyes as I stroked the head of my engorged cock at the entrance of her opening. Her gaze was almost begging for relief. She thrust up her hips to engulf my hardness. I slid in easily into her cum-loaded cavity. I could feel his seed squeezing out, as I was thrusting deeply. Feeling another man's cum in my beloved wife should have enraged me, but it did the opposite, bringing my excitement to a level I never knew existed."Oh Alan, I. He came, long and hard, squirting his semen deeply into her arse.He shuddered and squirted again and again, driving his prick fully intoher as he orgasmed, holding her tightly onto him, with his large,powerful hands clinging around her waist."Yes, Uncle, yes, fucking hell, Uncle!" she urged, as a cloud of thick,blue smoke exploded from her lungs, "Yes, fuck me, fuck me!" she saidas he rammed deeply into her bowel. "Ohhhh, God, yes! That feels sofucking nice," she added. "Fill me with your. Sharma was in the army and was away from the house most of the times. Mrs. Sharma, in her thirties was a bit on the plump side but was very attractive. I called her didi and she too treated me as her younger sister. A maratha lady ( natives from bombay), a female help rukmani bai, use to visit their flat she was a bit on the squat side but was strong and agile. I saw her always in neat and clean white sarees ( an indian attire). A number of times i saw her carry some colorful bottles and when.