I gathered enough courage to ask him if I could invite my wife on stage to meet him as that was our life dream. He readily agreed. Rekha got up with a...jump and came to the stage. She could hardly control herself. She reached the stage and actually kissed Khan. He was embarrassed but enjoying it. She asked if he would dance with her. They both danced on the stage. Khan invited me to join but Rekha said no no I just want you. I watched from the side.Rekha was whispering something in his ears. She would carry my c***d in her little tummy that would stretch beyond belief. All throughout that time she'd be constantly craving my cock deep inside her every night to nurture her womb. I knew she'd be so kind and warm to me as she became a mother. That was it. Just then all my thoughts were broken by a tight feeling around my lower back. She had wrapped her legs around me and locked her ankles pulling me in as far as I could go. This was my weakness. At that moment everything stopped and. And the way she behaved, I would rather expect that that unknown pioneer had merely been the first of many.Yes, it is true that I was mildly surprised to find that despite this likely history, her vagina was a deliciously snug fit around my drilling joint. I would have supposed with the way she carried herself and shook her whorish ass around that she was a total slut. No doubt, in fact, she was. Clearly, however, the elasticity and recuperative powers of her youth had thus far served to. Rupert wandered back to their campsite carrying a creel full of fish. Joanna felt she ought to say something about his dress. He was bare-chested with just the briefest of trousers and it disturbed her. By the time he set the basket down and beamed at her, she'd forgotten what she was going to say."Fishing good," he told her.She squinted up at him in the bright sunlight. He sat down to fetch himself a coffee. Joanna saw him scratch his stubbly chin and look about, evidence he was thinking of.