Finally after I turned twenty my parents chose a man from our village and married me off thinking that their responsibility was over.My husband was a ...ypical Gujarathi Gamdu type, wearing turban, white rabari type dress, unshaven, eating paan tobacco, smoking beedi, spitting all the while, smelling sweat from even far off distance. Overall he was nauseating. But I had no other option but allow him to come when he wished. But my luck was good. He could get his so called erection just by seeing. Innocence, that's what it was.Alan is a married man and even has a daughter. He considers himself to be in a happy relationship with his lovely wife, but unfortunately for him, there was a hunger, a need that no one seemed to be able to satisfy. That need encompassed the act of being rendered helpless beneath a female bottom. Sure he had experimented with having his lovely wife face sit him, but despite his obvious orgasm, the hunger just wouldn't deminish. From time to time Alan would seek out. I myself was feeling pretty good after downing at least a dozen beers that day, and was now in the mood for some hot fucking with Sharon and was hoping I wouldn't have "whiskey dick" when we got in bed.By the time I staggered to the bathroom, I felt like the whole world was spinning, and I had a bit of trouble hitting the toilet. If I hadn't been so horny from seeing Sharon and all those hot teen half naked bodies all day, I would have more than likely just plopped in bed and slept it off, but. ”I heard a soft moan and then he said, “Look at that! Wet and slippery. I’ll need a towel to wipe off my hand.”Then I heard him behind me. “Obviously, he isn’t wet,” he said with a snicker. Then he poked me right in the middle of my asshole. I couldn’t help it. My asscheeks tightened up trying to keep him out.“Look at that,” he exclaimed. “I’ve seen snapping-turtle pussy before, but this sissy has a snapping turtle asshole.”Then he started laughing. I wasn’t sure why until he said with almost a.