So we would have to walk two miles in our hugeheels. And girl's clothes.At first we were too ashamed to even talk to each other.Sherry, I mean Warren,...no, I mean Sherry, was sniffling aswe walked. But I told her that it was the kind of thingthat we should have expected from our mothers."You're right, Misty," she said. "At least I got to havesome wonderful fun with you. You're beautiful."She was so sweet. I felt urges for her I didn't know I had.By the time we had walked half a mile, my feet. That night, my other wives insisted that Butterfly spend her first night with me; however, she stank to high heaven. My wives knew how I felt about a reasonably clean body, so they made the effort of give Butterfly a bath. She didn't understand this strange ritual, since she had never had a bath with soap before. She was fascinated by the soap suds, though she really didn't get the point. Oh, well, as long as she was clean, for whatever reason, she was acceptable.The other wives brought her. Her back was swelling as well.Me: Let me start my massage now.She leaned back facing downwards again. I pulled saree till her knees again. She asked me to switch off lights. I did that. I didn’t want to cry again. She was already exhausted.Now I was sitting on her hips and massaging her back. I felt her blouse but I couldn’t do anything. She was feeling better now.Me: Do you want me to give you full massage.Bhabhi: the truth is that I want a full massage but I can’ tell you to do that.Me: Don’t. He redoubled his assault on my cunt and after a few minutes he finally came in me, filling my sore cunt with his hot seed. I had another silent orgasm before he pulled out from my abused cunt.Samuel rested on my boobs, recovering his breath, then kissed my lips very sweetly and whispered on my ear. “Let me try my big black cock in your ass… I know you will like it, slut”.I had noticed his cock was enough thick to tear my asshole up to pieces and begged him to fuck my pussy again, telling him.