“Hey,” he almost shouted, “I’m talking to you.”“Slut” she quickly said. She hurried on because she knew it would be difficult to do what...she knew she had to do. Taking a deep breath she said to him:“Look this has finally got to stop. All this dirty stuff. I just can’t continue to do it. You keep forcing me to...” Roger slapped her across the face.She gasped audibly, looked around wildly and noting with chagrin that the usher, that Chet, was watching their little balcony scene.Roger plunged on:. She couldn't just walk down and get it filled up before I came home. I called her brother and he came over and I listened to them in the bedroom then I could get in my wife's pussy! He couldn't get over to our place every day though.Sometimes things just work out. The older guy next door had been making friends with my wife. He asked her if she'd do cooking and housekeeping for him. Wow, a job! She was happy to have something to do and spent a lot of time over there while was working.He didn't. Gordon thinks Carl is just another customer in my business. He comes in often, each time buying some wine, some scotch, some snacks and mix. But mostly he comes in to excite me, to get me wet, to prepare me for his conquest, to prepare me for fucking, and he does a very masterful job of it.I hear myself moan. I feel my cunt beginning to throb, to contract about Carl's prick that I imagine is inside me again, fucking me. My hips arch high off the bed. My body is suspended in the air with only my. “ haa maalkin, apni maa bahan ko chodunga, jisko marne bologi maar dunga…”Hearing Bhuvan, Aashu crossed his neck and began kissing him . When they got separated from lip lock both saw other three persons in the room. Jaya and her husband were nude whereas Kamal was dressed in paijama and sandow.Aashu looked at visitors but she did not get embassies at all. Instead she moaned and appreciated.Uff Bhuvan , harami….itna din tak kanha thaa….ufff kya mast lawda aur karara dhakka hai…ek ek haddi.