Since I had already butt fucked Pamela at work, I knew that she could take it, so I forced myself in dry. She seemed to cringe and moan into my wife�...s pussy but I kept it up.My wife smiled and asked, “Do you want me to moisten your cock or her asshole for you?”Pamela started shaking her head, yes. I decided to force another inch into her instead. Pamela started to cry so I pulled it out and told my wife to moisten us both and to do a good job. She got right down there and tried to put as much. Shanu: Mister, don’t flood my vagina again. My tank is already fullI took it as a hint to start again. It was pitch dark inside the lecture hall. The sound of rain and thunder enveloped us. We got down from the bench and spread Shanu’s saree to lay on the floor. I inserted my cock slowly into her hot cunt and started grinding slowly.Our missionary position on the floor was deeply satisfying, and Shanu started moaning. I could barely see beyond her dark tresses and buried my face in her damp. I slid out, and from under her. “N” lying face down on the bed, I instructed her to arch her ass up for me. She did, placing her palms face down on the matrice, arching her low back and offering her ass and pussy to me. I grabbed her haunches I pulled her back and up, sliding my hard white cock into her wet pussy. I fucked her hard and fast doggy style. “N” arched her ass up further and worked to match my rhythm, fucking me back, moaning and saying my name as I fucked away. “Good girl…that’s my. Why else would she start by saying all these things? But out of respect and maybe also out of a little sense of masochism I said nothing. I wanted to hear the words. To hear what I pretty much knew I was about to hear from Sue’s own lips.“But having said all of that, if you’re comfortable and excited by the idea of me and Francis, then yes, I’d like to see him again. To pick up where we left off before he met Roni.”There was a long silence. Sue was waiting to hear my reaction. And I was.