When we finally reach the bedroom David throws me down on our soft bed and pulls off his shirt. Damn he looks hot I think to myself while I briefly a...mire his chest in the dim light. But that doesnt last long since he is back on top of me kissing me again, pinning me down on the bed with his full weight. I feel his hands travel down to my sides and start to tug at my shirt. We break apart for a moment to pull off my shirt, but as soon as it is off we go back to kissing passionately. I push. So you just sit there with that raging hard-on and listen to me get the life fucked out of me by Don and his huge cock, like the good little cuckold bitch that you are. Thats right, you know you are and this is going to happen now no matter what, because youre the cuckold and Im in charge. So you just sit there and keep that fucking mouth of yours shut, you fucking bitch. Im going to get myself laid now. She giggled and stood up, moving away from me. It was then that I smelled the scent of. She knows that everyone should be gone but she wanted to make sure. She walks out into the living room, plops onto the couch and turns on the TV. She flips through the channels for ten minutes before becoming frustrated and throwing the remote on the couch. "Nothing good is ever on in the morning." she grumbled out loud and stood up. She scans the house, thinking of what to do and wonders back into her room and sits and the desk. She turns the computer on and clicks on the internet to check. The woman in question was very beautiful, short height, very fair, such a perfect figure with at least 36 breasts, good amount of ass like typical hilly Assamese woman, the best part was her great pink lips and ravishing eyes. If you look into her eyes, you would get erection. Her figure reminded me of Ajanta Cave’s arts.She was wearing pink cotton saree with deep neck blouse and in the light; I could see her big boobs. She was not wearing a bra, I suppose, since I could not see them. I peeked.