It continued off and on throughout the day and into the evening before culminating with us all utterly exhausted and worn out. The next morning we al... went back to our normal monogamous lives. Gram died later that year and we all wondered when Mom sent out the invites for the next Retreat what would happen. When we got here, she said to honor Gram; we should take a vote whether to continue the Saturday love and freedom celebration. We all voted yes, and this is the sixth yea anniversary!”I. This incident took place in my life, when I completed my schooling, and shifted to Delhi, with my step mom and dad. Actually, my real mom divorced my dad, and left me with dad only. My step mom’s name is Priyanka Kaur. She’s a Punjaban, and very beautiful, with thick long black hairs, beautiful eyes, and very very fair complexion with red cheeks. Her figure is 36-34-39, a bit plump. She loves me very much and I too, She’s a typically traditional lady and she’s a Punjaban, but then also I never. "Harder bitch, deeper, lick my asshole good and deep" Barbara moaned now with a very authoritarian voice. I shoved my tongue into her almost sealed asshole and it tasted so damn good. "Fuck my hole till I tell you to stop" she said. This was going to quite a incredible video I thought to myself. Barbs tits were swinging from side to side and up and with with incredible force. I tongue fucked her ass and then slid down to her freshly shaved pussy. "Oh God, thats it...fuck my pussy " I gave it. Above her dress, I could still see her face looking down on me with sadistic glee. She started lowering herself down toward my face by squatting. Legs spread, knees up. I saw that her used pussy was open. Gaped, you might say. Looking at the gape, I found it very easy to believe that she had been on a 2 day fuckfest. She stopped lowering when she got down to a few inches above my face. "Take a good look. As you can see, I can't go home like this. Hubby will be able to tell what I've been.