Peeking out she saw it was just the UPS man delivering something and was gone. She wrapped an afghan from the couch around her and opened the door to ...ee a large package waiting for her. She had not ordered anything, what could this be? Quickly closing the door, she carried it to the couch allowing the afghan to drop from her.Should she open it? Somehow, she knew that this was from Donald, and she must wait until he told her too. Which wasn’t that long. He had got the message that the package. She was sitting on bathroom stool and her thighs were opened. Her hand was between her thighs and her finger was in her vagina. She was moving her finger in-out , in-out, in-out. Her eyes were closed. She was in the world of her own dreams. Her big and firm boobs were shaking also. I got excited too. But I was shocked to see Mr Sharma’s cock. The cock of an old man was still hard. After 4-5 minutes, my wife finished her job. She stood up and dried her body with towel. She put talcum powder on. He was accompanied by four more black men, all of them big enough to be football players. I didn’t know what to do at first but Chris made it clear that he knew about me playing sex slave to the other guys and that Steven had invited them to come out and join the party. Chris then commanded me to strip and before long I had five more big black cocks pounding my pussy one after another. Chris and his friends had brought along some alcohol and we all partook a bit that evening. Once we all had a. “OH FUCK YESSS” she cried out as I pushed my tongue inside her motherly cunt forcing her to raise her legs up around my back allowing my hands to slide under her arse gripping her cheeks spreading and kneading her soft flesh. My fingers searching out her rear hole which again made her gasp as they found there target. Monica was panting and thrusting her hips forward and as my tongue pushed inside her willing pussy my fingers found a way inside her wanton back door, my cock now fully back to.