The warmth of the towel was like a catalyst. My cock hardened again as she was still wiping. All the time she had been cleaning up, she was telling me...how wrong it was what we did, and that we should never let it happen again. But as she felt my cock get hard under the towel, she moaned and pulled the towel away, and said. “MY GOD, Ramu, you sure are horny”! What she had said about not doing again, was quickly forgotten as she wrapped her hand around my shaft. I groaned as she began to pull my. He didn't seem to mind, however, and his hips began to move rhythmically with me as I felt his hands on the back of my head. He pulled me back up to his mouth, and I felt his hand tugging at the button of my shorts. They opened easily for him, and he pulled them off and casually tossed them into the back, panties and all. His hand dove between my legs, and he began to massage my hungry pussy. I was already so turned on that I nearly left the seat in my effort to meet his touch. He slid a finger. “You…you…do me…like no one…ever has! Fuck me, my Lover! I can feel your cock forcing Stuart’s cum deeper inside my womb. Knock me up, you beautiful slut! Take this white cunt!” This banter ignited Diane, who demanded to get more of my cock, “Stuart, Baby, fuck me deeper and harder! I want to be your foxy baby momma! Come on, Lover, inject me with your love!” I began pumping harder, as was Jill and my wife Patricia. Everyone was approaching orgasm! Big Daddy was first to shoot,. "Do you have anything to say? You look like you are either being assaulted..." he leaned in closer, "or you are a whore who wants to show off her body." He slid his hand down the front of her dress and felt the clamps hanging from her left nipple. He jerked back and stared at her. "Oh, you're one of *those*. Fucking sick pig." He shoved his other hand underneath her dress and squeezed both of her tits, shaking them so the pain from her nipples shot through her and made her cry. She opened her.