I wanted his dick not because I wanted it in me. I wanted it so I could give it to her good. Only better. I watched through it all. Until his semen ...lew mid-air and landed on her smooth skin. I watched her magical vagina flow what-seemed-to-be tasteful juices. I wanted to wake up and touch myself. If only I could tell myself to do the practical way to end all the misery. To fucking wake up and pleasure myself!!! Somehow, my brain granted my wish. I didn't wake up, but their monstrous yet. . achi ladki… chal nangi ho jaa ab”, he instructed me.I looked up at him and then slowly began removing my clothes until I was completely naked. It was quite dark, so he switched on the torch on his mobile phone and pointed it towards my pussy.“Mmm.. teri choot mast hai.. paas me aaja meri randi..*I moved closer to him and he gently put his hands on my pussy and rubbed it. I moaned as his fingers inched its way into my pussy.“Bohut naram hai teri choot.. yaha let jaa sofe pe”, he said, removing. My husband was working for a national company and being the newest sales rep, was assigned the worst territory and the most s**ttered. Frankly I was occasionally going stir-crazy and sort of feeling neglected. When I worked, I enjoyed the men watching me walk past and even though I was management, received many compliments and covert date requests, which I never accepted. You may presume I have a slight exhibitionist streak and I was beginning to miss being approvingly noticed.A late 20s’ just. .. god,” Sally panted when I was finally buried to the hilt.“Are you okay, Honey?” her mother asked from below her.“Jim told me it could feel good if I relaxed. He was wrong, it feels incredible,” she exclaimed.I began slowly fucking her, gradually building up speed until I was pounding into her and she was thrusting back at me just as fast and as hard. Sally had two small orgasms and was building to her third; I was building to my own. Bridget recognized the signs of my impending orgasm and.