I watched her walk down the hallway as she disappeared in my room. She was only in there a minute before she went down to her room. I got up from the ...able and went to my room. There in the middle of the bed were the same panties I had filled up just a few short hours ago. I quickly grabbed them and went to the door; I looked out and saw that my wife was still outside with the k**s. I looked to Mary and Joe's room and saw her getting undressed. She looked over at me right before she walked into. “Not bad for a 42-year-old Indian housewife”, she said to herself. And it was true. No one would believe that Anjali was in her early 40’s, turning 43 after a couple of weeks and has a son who would turn 20 next month.Anjali had kept herself fit and maintained her body by doing yoga and regular walks. She then slowly walked towards the mirror taking small steps, twisting and turning, looking at every inch of her body. She removed her hair-clip and untied her hair. She slowly ran her hands. We were lying there together on his bed and I was exhausted. I was breathing as if I had just ran a mile. I was sweating and my muscles felt on fire. I had gone through two huge orgasms and had loved it. I was enjoying the small amount of time relaxing as I felt Marcus roll to the side and remove his black dick from my pussy. I was taking a moment thinking we were done and going to return to the party when I felt it. Marcus’s monster was now pressing on my back door. I enjoy anal sex so it is. “We’re almost there.” Whether it was the expectation of the promised sexual encounter, or simply the exertion of the climb, but Greg was positively panting by the time they arrived at her house and made their way across the pier-supported balcony and went inside through the sliding door. There, sitting in front of the TV in a La-Z-Boy chair, was a man in a pair of sloppy, checkered shorts. His outstretched legs seemed to cross half the room. He was enormous. He got up, and towering over Greg,.