“Would you like to sit over there and watch these two take turns fucking my mouth, licking and fucking my pussy and fingering and fucking my asshole...with their big cocks?” I still couldn’t move or speak, my mouth was too dry and I was rooted to the spot. “I guess not!” Mr Ten said and let the door go. As it closed slowly, I caught a glimpse of my wife pushing her mouth down on Mr Eight’s cock. Just before the door closed, my hand shot out to stop it from locking and without a sound, I squeezed. E., a dump, and the hall small with seating for only about twenty-five hundred but it didn't faze the girls. It had a "cozy" feel they said.The only one who grumbled at all was Rachael but then as far as she was concerned a billion people spread out at her feet listening to her sing wasn't enough. She thrived on attention and the more the better. Afterwards even she admitted it wasn't so bad; the audience feedback from even a small crowd that close was exhilarating.Anyway the first we heard. Us din se mera kalpana ko dekhne ka najariya badal gaya. Me ab har baar uske ghar jane ka bahana dhundta rehta tha, wo bhi tab jab uske ghar me wo akeli ho.Fir din beet te gaye, mene kaafi baar use chua normal touching.Usne kabhi jyada dhyan bhi nahi diya hoga.fir ek din muje use bike pe leke jana tha.mene bike start ki and wo peeche baithi thi.Usne saree pehna tha to uske dono pair ek side the.Tab mene kaha aap mere kandhe pe hath rakh do.K : Are har baar to rakhti hi hu aise kya instructions. I decided that she would enjoy it if I took her out to dinner. She was fairly dressed up, and I was wearing a suit, so I took her to one of the nicer restaurants in town. We had a nice bottle of wine, and fantastic food. I wasn't surprised that she had never experienced a nice restaurant like this. The best place her parents or boyfriend had ever taken her was the local Sizzler. She was very excited after we got out (and a little drunk), and wanted to go out and do something else. I took her.