Without hesitation, I began licking her asshole and fingering her wettened twat. She was a genuine beauty, long dark hair, brown eyes, and the perfect... shape for her small frame. By now she had already spurted her first release of love juice from her wettened womb. She then mounted my rigid pole and easily sat down upon its length, in two more up and down strokes, I could hear the gentle farting of her second orgasmic release, and then felt the growing wetness trickle down onto my pubic area,. Soon, everyone on the outskirts of the party had turned for the show. My wife saw them watching, and when she didn't even lose a beat, I felt the heat rising in my chest. Then, a man and woman stepped up. They were in their 50s, and the woman was clearly drunk. She came over and said, " what are you doing? Take off those clothes! ", and the man came up behind wifey, and lifted her shirt over her head, taking his time to enjoy the heft of her huge tits, and she obliged by. (ya jab ke baat bata rahi hoain jab story start hue today i m 25 widow, my husband martyred. His plain crash during an excercise. He was pilot in iaf. Just after 6 month of my married life. My brother now in us doing study but when he is there in his break i enjoyed fully with emotions & love, beacuse we r true lovers, no one can intercept us. Now i m lesbian & doing this with my too many friends, with dad workers, with my tachers, aunt in neighbour enjoying my life as i want with out any. I’ve always loved that you keep it shaved and lets me smell all of your sexual aromas. While you get embarrassed about it, I know you also love it. It touches the exhibitionist streak inside of you. You reached down with both hands to spread your pussy apart and allow me to see how wet you are. Placing a finger near your pussy, you slowly twirled it around, entering your love chamber and pulled away from it. Your arousal fluid was copious, judging from the ‘spider web’ you made while carrying.