The young priest was impressed by seeing my wife and started eying her assets, he was in his mid twenties with a nice athletic physique and long hair....ivitha was looking really sexy in her new silk sari and jasmine flowers. The priest started the rituals and kept eying kavitha’s boobs , I could see his dick stand under his dhoti.Then finally the priest asked the tribal chief to tie the knot but the chief refused saying that as per his tribal rituals the bride has to be fucked by at least three. Wait . . . Okay now, ready . . . Fuck me, fuck my ass, baby, fuck my ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass.”She was almost chanting. What could i do. I fucked the big lady’s big ass. I fucked her with long, deep strokes. All the way in, all the way out. First slowly and then, as i got into it and as i felt my own arousal begin, with increasing speed.“fuck me ass, fuck my ass, fuck my ass,” she kept repeating, over and over, mantra-like. I hate to get off by myself so i reached a hand around to stroke. Her curtains, over the broad sliding bedroom windows, which had remained open for the last month, was closed. He couldn't see. Crestfallen, he simply sat staring when suddenly the curtains opened and Angie was there. She leaned forward and slid open the window before turning back into the room. At the foot of her bed she crossed her hands across her waist and in one elegant move raised the hem of her sweater over her head and removed it. Her lacy white bra was a half-cup, pushing her breast up. After fucking, we are completely tired, we slept in the same manner. She was sleeping on top of me. I told her to remove the panty and I removed my underwear. I placed my hand on her pussy and she slept by holding my dick inside my jeans.Around 7 o clock, I woke up by hearing some co-passenger sound. I checked my sister was awake but still she was in her upper berth not properly visible. Then I thought to get my self out of that seat. Before removing and getting out of the blanket, I pressed.