. barely touching. Laura, thinking of nothing except the tantalizing sensations racing through her body, and the fat man thinking of nothing except th... young, naked flesh of the singer's wife next to him.For a moment Laura was disturbed by the memory of the promise she had made to Johnny, that during the whole evening she would think of no one but him. She realized it had been hours since a thought of her husband had crossed her mind. She decided it wasn't really her fault, she'd had so much to. “I will let Amit sleep with mom,but I will also have sex with Amits’s wife Shalini. Secondly, I cant let Amit have sex with mom in private, we will all do it in the same room, at the same time.” There was a silent then Amit agreed to it followed by Shalini and mom.We all walked torwards the bedroom. The bedroom had a sofa couch also. Me and Amit’s wife decided to use the sofa couch while mom and Amit decided to take the bed. Amit’s wife was sitting on the sofa couch with still tears on her eyes. She waggled her finger at me to come to her and then opened the drawer of the nightstand. She took out a small bottle of clear lubricant and put a small amount in the palm of her hand. She put the bottle back then began to wring her hands to get the lube all over her hands. Then She faced me again, laced her fingers together as if she were praying, and then wrapped those fingers around my throbbing cock, pumping slowly and spreading the lube over my cock.Finally she climbed into the bed on. And then she finished her Port."You have any more of this left?" She now asked.Like an idiot, I'd left the bottle sitting over on the kitchen counter. I thought about telling her to help herself, until she lifted her hand with her empty glass in it towards me. I had no other choice but to stand, though I tried doing so quickly and in such a way that the obvious might not become too readily apparent. Things never do go the way that you plan them however. When I had resituated my own position.