While you’re at it, I wonder what you fucking mother would think of you now?”From the next room, I think I heard a sob. I didn’t care. I reloade... for my next shot.“If the doorbell rings answer it. It will be for you!”Yep, there was that sound again, definitely a sob. Tears at last, though I’m sure not shed for our marriage…The doorbell rang as if on cue. Sandra opened it to see her father. His eyes burned with righteous fire. I felt the slap from the other side of the house!“From this minute on. Then I could feel him teasing my asshole with the tip of his dick. That little teasing heightened my sen- sitivity tenfold. Brenda began imitating the finger fucking I was doing to her, entering me with at least three fingers – maybe four. I moaned in ecstasy and began pumping against the thrusting of her hand. Finally Mark entered me. First he only put his cock in just a little bit, trying to get my virgin asshole used to the new feeling. I was amazed at his control and. We spent a wonderful week together and she revealed that her relationship was on the rocks. To cut a long story short within two weeks we were living together, getting along well, and fucking every day.There was never a chance of our relationship being exclusive of others and what happened on our first holiday together proved it.At the Spanish resort we watched two young men trying to get up close and personal with two young mums who were there with their k**s. Carol and I speculated whether. Com you have to just mail me.So let’s go back to the story. You read how I fortunately got a chance to make love with Mrs. Sharma and now I welcome everyone back to the sequel of my first story.Part 2: MaidAfter my experience with Mrs. Sharma I felt really shameless towards women thinking that anyone would enjoy sex with me and no one will reject me as my opinion about Indian woman had changed. But I acted like an idiot and roamed around-not far from my house- and started following women on the.