I lubed their cocks with my spit and my ass became their target after some time and as the night wore on, each of them came deep in my cunt. Anthony s...rayed my face for them to watch, but the others blasted my uterus with their thick loads of goo. I took a break and stepped outside to smoke and then returned to watch them drink and tell me stories of their youth. They became much more comfortable around me and as morning approached, each of them had fucked me again, two filling my mouth, one in. We met in college. He is a BA graduate and is a professor in a very well known university here in Belgaum. He is also 36 years old and we have a son who is 8 years old. I married at 26 years old and I loved Ashok’s family. But there was something very weird about it that I did not understand at the beginning. So jumping back at the wedding night. This is where the weird part starts.First, let me introduce both of our family members that are in this story. Me, Smita (26 years old), my husband. "Mages! I might have known," One of them spoke loudly with contemptuous tones."Well if it isn't the Vatican's storm-troopers," Arch retorted. "Late as usual." Good to see you too, Mage Arch," another priest added with a grin."And you Father Antonelli. We suspect we'll have need of your exorcist at least," Arch greeted the priest with a broad smile."What do you believe we have?" Father Antonelli asked once some introductions had been made of Father Bryce, Father Franco and Father. For this brief time, I forgot the pain.“That was beautiful,” I said. “I never would have expected that from you. With us, it’s always been raw, physical pleasure. Thank you.”“You know I care deeply for you,” Mary said. “We both know that for us it was always just sex. But this time, this one time, I knew what you needed and I wanted to experience it myself. Just giving pleasure and not worrying about myself. And it was amazing. Now I know what it’s supposed to be like, and when I meet a guy who.