I feel released. They were Manish, Gaurav and fatty Rahul. Manish had wore blue color Indian team shorts, Gaurav wore neon green shorts & fatty Rahul ...has wore NBA’s sleeveless and black colored shorts. They were giggling looking at me. I asked “how do you all know I am here”. Gaurav replied fatty Rahul saw you going in Ronita’s house. “Fatty Rahul” she giggled hearing his awkward name. Fatty Rahul feels shy. He just smiled. His cheeks were making his eyes look small. Ronita said “you all go I. They froze. The audience stilled. Sensing that the last of Rob’s sperm was finding a new temporary home in Mother’s bowels.Slowly, he pulled out of my Mothers arse and stood.“Shit!” Mother rolled onto her back rubbing her cunt and we all saw that her arse was gaping open, abused, where Robs prick had stretched the sphincters in her bum.Slowly it closed in jerking cramps as she painfully took back control of her body.“Wow! Do you believe that?” Kitty was shaking. “That was stunning, don’t you. ”“Yes!”“And as you seem to be the chairman of my fan club,” she said with much less exasperation and perhaps even the beginning of a smile, “what else did I play in?”“I have no idea.”She smiled this time, “Not a jazzbo, eh?”“I am, but I guess I missed you.”“You missed a lot then. Those were my best performances.”“I still have that CD you guys…gals…put out when you graduated.”She grinned, “Yeah, so do I. At least fifty copies. ‘Hey, gals, let’s run off a thousand disks as a graduation present to. Sandy please I need help!" She begged swaying in font of her bound machine mounting friend. But what could Sandy do?Sandy looked up at the girls bulging tits her long legs kicking, her ruby lips in a oval of discomfort. The white stocking blondes own tits were on fire also the machine never slowing the tugging down on her nipples like she was suckling two frantic powerful hogs. It was useless to resists or even to think about resisting. Sandy gritted her teeth her nipples feeling like hot pins.