Between their leg, arm and head movements, there was enough ki flowing around me to 'paint' what was very clearly a belly-centered sphere in my proxim...ty sense.I also had no doubt about Sensei's limit's shape. The experimental evidence was clear, and I didn't for a moment believe he was faking me out in any way. For that to be the case he'd have to be deliberately lying, which was ridiculous, and his belly centered range would have to be larger than mine as the experiment in which his arm was. His hands were cupping my wife's firm tits, twisting and pulling her hard pink nipples as he fucked her. My wife's dark hair was matted with sweat, and I could see the pure pleasure on her face as the young stud fulfilled her desires with his big cock.My own cock was rock hard in my suit pants. I was a fifteen year's older than my wife, which meant over 20 years older than the young stud fucking her. He was tall, muscular, and endowed with a cock a least half again as big as mine. My wife was. But then I saw her taking money from a man. He squeezed her boob hard and slipped the 2000 rupees note inside her blouse. Then she took her to one of the rooms.I was worried for her. I walked to the door to hear what is going inside. I heard her moaning loudly. The man fucking her was also loud, calling her “Randi! Randi!”I had my ear pressed against the door when a man walked to me. He was a big fat black guy. He told me to move aside. He opened the door and walked in. He turned to closed the. Apparently a disagreement happened, and a fight broke out, the bikers were part of the biker gang that ahs been bothering this city lately….” I decided I better not stick around or I would get an ear full from the girls. The second I opened the door, I just realized something, I looked back at the TV and I was standing at the front door, I turned back around dreading what was about to happen. I guess the reporters just realized who just stepped out. I started to quickly walk to my car, but they.