Does it seem weird that we weren't screwing ourselves silly yet? Not to me. No, I didn't have a schedule, but I was pretty sure I would recognize the ...right time when it arrived. At least, I hoped so.No lack of interest with Tommy, that's for sure. His delight in spraying me was no greater than my pleasure in feeling his hot spurts on my skin. That is, when I wasn't swallowing, anyway. I liked that just as much. And there was the fun in getting to that moment, too, whether it was me trying to. Soon, Aman was standing in front of Apartment 102, ringing the bell again and again and calling out.“Mrs. Singh! Are you in there? I’m here to return your cell phone!” shouted Aman at the door.“Why isn’t she answering the door?” thought Aman when suddenly the door was opened by a cute young wife.Her face was flushed red and a few drops of tears were still present under her eyes. But Aman thought that she looked beautiful even when she was crying. She wiped her face of the tears hastily on her. Ding Dong!!! My heart skipped several beats. The guests had arrived. Ifussed with the arrangement of the cheese and meats on the snack tray,hoping to put off the inevitable a teeny bit longer.From behind me, "Don't keep my guest waiting dumbass. Go answer thedoor." Startled, I spun around to find my wife's smile literallyglowing with mischief. "And take off that silly apron so you can showoff the new outfit I got you!"The moment of truth. Once again I was faced with the same two. He kept fingering her ass and cunt as he nibbled and licked her clit forcing the orgasm to grow to unbelievable power and she squirted cum into his mouth. She orgasmed long and hard as he assaulted her pussy and ass with insurmountable pleasure. She finally blacked out from the exhausting over load of pleasure controlling her mind and body. When she came to she felt more pain and pleasure with his cock working in and out of her tight little ass as the buzzing Hitachi tortured her sensitive clit.