He was called Bandumama and then aged around 65. He was practically living in small village around 30 kms from my Sasural. I had seen him only once in... marriage. My husband dropped at his place and then bid farewell to me for 4 days. I was not really happy as I was going to live without him for 4 days. Also my departure collided with my monthly periods so it was going to be more than 8 days without sex for girl recently married.He was typical village background, slim and health well maintained. I could see my wife’s face was flushed and didn’t know whether it was the wine or Tony’s remarks but when Tony ran the tip of a finger down her arm, she groaned softly. “Oh I’m sorry Hazel,” Tony apologised, “but I miss the touch of a woman’s skin so much I couldn’t help, I’m so sorry.” I think my wife was beginning to realise this was a set up but instead of hitting the roof, she smiled at me then turned to Tony. “That’s alright Tony,” she said, “I understand.” Tony was wearing a pair of loose. We said, “Man, what happened to you?”He said, “Bob snored so loudly, I just sat up and watched him all night.”The next night it was a different guy’s turn. In the morning, same thing, hair all standing up, eyes all bloodshot.We said, “Man, what happened to you? You look awful!:He said, “Man, that Bob shakes the roof with his snoring. I watched him all night.”The third night was Fred’s turn. Fred was a tanned, older cowboy, a man’s man. The next morning he came to breakfast bright-eyed and. His tongue probed the lips of cunt and she groaned with pleasure. He sucked on it, letting his tongue dart in and out. Each touch seemed to stoke her fire. She was trembling now.He moved around and crawled up onto the table, spreading her legs even wide and hefting them onto his shoulder. He pushed his penis up against the lips of her cunt and began to apply pressure. She gasped in shock and pain as he broke her cherry-though no blood was evident.Then he was inside her. It was the most.