After a bit of that I got out stark naked of course and grabbed my jeans and tshirt and headed to the house to get a towel I had forgotten to take and...dry off. Right on my heels was one of our dogs, Jasper we called him who was no more than a who knows what mutt kind of dog. Dad didn't like him much nor did my brother, but Mom insisted we keep him! I swear I had really wondered what Mom and him were so close about? She and he sometimes just seemed to dissapear, and sometime later appear back at. “I only fuck filthy married sluts.” His fingers slid deep inside her. She groaned again, “Fuck me Malcolm...I...I am a whore. I am a filthy married slut.” Malcolm leant over and kissed her again. “You sure Sandra,” he said, “you sure that you are a filthy slut and filthy whore?” He asked her as fingers plunged deeper inside her. “Please...please...please Malcolm,” she cried out, “fuck me. I need fucking...please...please.” Malcolm climbed between her thighs and lifted her legs up until. I saw two guys in a bathroom stall, one standing while the other sat. The standing guy unbuttoned his dungarees and fished out a long cock. The seated guy looked dewy eyed at it. His mouth fell open and the standing guy rubbed his cockhead around the guy’s lips, down his nose, along his cheeks, then pressed the head into the seated guy’s mouth. A voice behind me, outside the booth, said, “That’s what your precious missus wants to see you do.”Shocked by the unexpected voice, I cupped my pounding. So, we left for Bangalore. It was me, my mom, my two cousins. My elder cousin’s name is Ravikumar (Ravi), and the younger was Durgaprasad (Raja).I used to call both of them by their names, we were that close. We left in the evening at around 8 in the evening, and we expected to reach Bangalore by 10 in the morning. By around 12 or so, we were in the ghat section, surrounded by dense forests (at least they looked like that in the night). We had already had our dinner by 10pm. Both my cousins.