As far as grabbing you is concerned, you're my woman and I just feel it's my right to hold on to you and show you my love. You do know I love you, don...t you Mom?"She showed that she did by kissing me again.I found out that dinner was going to be ready in half an hour, that we were having meat loaf and that Dad was "out of town" for a few days. I told Mom I was going to take a shower. Another kiss, a swat on her butt and I was going upstairs to the bathroom.After my shower I knocked softly of. She was moving because of the pain.So, a dirty rickshaw puller was inserting his small black cock into my beautiful girlfriend and she was liking it too. The slim rickshaw puller then lay down on her and started fucking her hard. His old small cock was going in and out of her pussy now. My model was being used like a common whore by these dirty men and it was a big turn on for me.Ram the rickshaw puller maintained a steady fuck. He was kissing her neck as he was laying on top of her. There was. I imagined them having sex. I couldn’t help myself from not imagining them having sex. It didn’t matter where I imagined them having sex, it was bad enough that I imagined them having sex. Even though I had his engagement ring on my finger and even though I was now officially his fiancé, to say that I was jealous would be a huge understatement. I was murderously livid. For me to be hung up thinking about this, I must have been picking up on something coming through the Skype screen. And now. In his mind she could be many things. Blonde, redhead. He made love to her over and over in all the different ways. He would taste every part of her. From the curve of her eyebrow to the curve of her foot. His mouth trailed kisses and nibbles on every inch of her skin. Her eyes would flutter closed, her back would arch. She would grab his head when it was buried between her legs, strangling him against her. Begging for him.He would wake up feeling a little guilty. She was a brunette. And he.