One thing I did find out, I was more ticklish than Laxmi. Jun-Hee had disappeared to the bathroom, leaving the two of us behind on the bed."Care to gi...e me a blow-job, Laxmi?" I asked. "It'll help pass the time."Laxmi wasn't stupid, "I'll tickle you for it," she challenged. In answer to my puzzled look, she explained, "We have a tickle fight and the winner gets oral from the loser. OK?"Stupidly, I agreed. That was when I discovered that Laxmi wasn't ticklish. Not at all. She soon had me. “W-What? You are?” he said surprised “I thought you wanted to wait until we got married?”“I-I wanted to wait until I found someone special.” I stuttered “and, I think you’re that person.”“Are you sure?” he asked, his pants beginning to bulge.“Mhmm” I nodded, standing up, I grabbed his hands and led him to the bedroom. I positioned him on the edge of my bed then I turned on my desk lamp to create some makeshift mood lighting. “Here we go.” I thought, my face beginning to feel warm. I unbuttoned. There was my lovely wife Anita, completely naked on her hands and knees in the middle of our marital bed with a giant black man behind her, pounding her pussy with no mercy at all…I recognized him as Jamal, an old classmate of Ana´s in the University, when she was trying to get a degree. I could remember Ana had told me she had met him again after so many years, but I had no idea they were fucking like old lovers.The whole bed was shaking and rocking which explained the banging noise I heard. ?Ella almost collapsed in shame and despair. ?He slapped her.?? ?"Stick your fucking tits out so we can see them!' Sobbing, she pushed her tits out.??? ?"farther. Stick them out farther. Get those udders out, you fucking slug!"??? ?She pushed her tits out as far as she could for the boys.??? ? "I am not happy at all with those nipples. She can't get married like that. We gotta help her out."??? ?Her poor slender beautiful body was shaking like she had?Parkinson's, and ?she looked wildly from.