He swigs from it as he pushes my legs to my shoulders and begins to fuck me harder and faster. His cock is a blur, sliding in the wetness gushing from...my pussy. I begin to cum, my pussy clamping down hard on his dick.He puts me on my hands and knees, grabbing my hair and slapping my ass and drinking more from the bottle. He pulls me up straight, and let's me drink from the bottle as well; it's almost empty.Rubbing my clit, he begins to fuck me slowly, pulling all the way out before slamming. She took my hand and moved it under her kurta. I moved my hands up and pressed her breasts over her bra. Soon I removed her kurta and bra and started pressing her breasts hard and sucking her nipples. She always liked it when I played with her breasts. I kept sucking and licking them. I moved down and removed her salwar and rubbed her pussy over her panty. she helped me remove them. I had broken her hymen with my finger in our last meet. I moved over her and spread her legs and placed my dick. "You shall pay for this, you interloper," the younger man cried.I sat down and smiled at the girl, waving at a serving girl. "Care for a beer?" I asked."Cider, please," she said, "and thank you. They were boring."I introduced myself and she said she was Deborah Miller from down near Philadelphia. "I was to marry that young one, but I've decided against it."I sat back and drank my beer and admired her posture and her lovely face and long, dark hair."I've been married," she said, "I know some of. .. No way!. But there is no other reason why I would be hard." he thought. He exited the shower, dried off and changed the sheets on his bed and laid down. The details of last night began to haunt him again. Tears running down his cheeks, snot running down his nose, his throat making noises it shouldn't be making. "Deep throating?", he thought. Hands rubbed his head as if to indicate that he could ease up on what he was doing, the person he was sucking off approved of his skills but didn't.