Now she made crying noises too. She shut her eyes, squeezing the tears out, which rolled down and kept wetting her enormous boobs. I noticed her tears...trickle down her nipples, drop by drop. Raghu pinched her nipple, the pain making her suck air in through her teeth noisily. “Raghu,” said the old man all of a sudden, “take that bottle of coconut oil from that table. Let her put some oil on our cocks.” Raghu stretched his arm and picked up the bottle. He unscrewed its cap and positioned the. ..My wife picked it ut..this...hm...she took a good grip....it is nice...but one is to little. She grabbed one smaller...these to are nice...and thru them on the fire. She sat down and we smoked more weed. I mumbled This is some good shit....inhaled a big one...and I slowly pretended to be so stoned that I fell asleep. The two guys helped my wife to put me in a more comfortable position and covered me up with some blankets. As she coverd me she whispered...I know you are not stoned, enjoy the. We walk into the house, and the girls were watching TV. She told me that her son was at his dad’s house for the night. She got me another beer, and herself a glass of wine. We sat at the kitchen table and chatted for a bit, she was as nervous as a cat on a hot tin roof.“Relax relax we do not have to do this if you are uncomfortable with this situation.” I told her.She just shook her head and got herself another glass of wine, her fourth glass of the night, and it was starting to have some. They seemed to say, I’d fuck here right here and now, if she let me.I probably would have let them, but I was on my way home for lunch didn’t have time for sex.I could feel their eyes on my ass and that was okay too, my ass is worth a second, third and even a fourth look I suppose. Round, tight with a narrow waist and long legs it’s my best asset, no pun intended. Not that my boobs are bad, they are C cups with tiny brown nipples and set high on my chest. But my ass, that’s what I use to.