As he fucked me I could feel his cock getting longer and harder, filling me up like no man had ever managed, even banging against my cervix. For the f...rst time in my life I had orgasm after orgasm without actually touching my clitoris. I couldn’t move as Bobby’s bony ribcage pressed me against the arm of the sofa. Sweat was dripping off my forehead as my pet dog furiously fucked me; his hindquarters banging away like pistons. I passed out, again, with exhaustion. Then I felt something very. The car crunched over the gravel parking area and jerked to a halt, in between a jeep of some sort and a small van. Jennifer slowly lifted her hands from the steering wheel, looking at her palms as if she might find solace there somewhere. All of a sudden she grabbed at her hair, pulling it and wailing and sobbing at the same time as the snarled up mess in her mind found its way out into the world. Soon she was banging her hands at the steering wheel, kicking her feet out at the pedals, and her. ..with another guy. After a split second of jeaslousy, I thought...COOL!After a few days of hinting and dancing around the issue, I decided to put Joanne on the spot. "If I can find the right guy will you do it?" "Do what?", she said sarcasticly. "Have a threesome?" "Really?", she said. "Really!", I said. Well, what do you mean by the right guy, she asked. I told her, the one she picks. She liked that idea.After work one day, I brought Joey home with me. I was pretending to show him something. After detailing bit of Mukta and her nature and my friendly and not much but bit naughty relation with her of around one year, I would like to take readers straight to the incident which bought me and Mukta physically closer and I made all my dreams come true of fucking a female in my style, the way I always desired throughout my bachelorhood bit rough and random in various positions all around the house. Anyway as I mentioned earlier from my marriage day more than a year was passed when I met.