Then he took my face with both his palms and started consoling me “Now come my sona-rani, tell me what happened? I promise not to tell anyone and if... it’s within my powers I will solve the problem. Darling, you have to trust your Mama”. Saying this he firmly raised my face to look at him and gave me a short kiss on my forehead. I couldn’t take it anymore and I just buried my tear-drenched face in his chest thereby soaking his shirt, and my “kajol” (type of black eyeliner) dripped on to his shirt. As I watched two girls willingly sexually mug my wife. Vivian was moaning as her dress was around her waist...the blonde fondling her tits over her bra cups. The redhead was under my wife’s dress...her stockings and knickers down...and her face buried somewhere between my wife’s legs... under her dress.The brunette Ms Erica turned and saw what was happening ...and was suddenly up and turned and bent over in front of me...her coochie splayed for my cock...a shaved pleated opening of male. Their women were classic euro trash. One was tall, slim to the point of anorexic, and skanky as the day is long. She might be able to suck the chrome off of a bumper, but you would want to put a bag over the rest of her emaciated body before jumping her bones.There were four or five others, but one was the obvious favorite. She was spectacular. Imagine a woman so beautiful that every light in the hotel automatically switched itself on just to highlight her smile. This one was smart. Her eyes. Stacy and I mount the sybian; bottoms touching and arms interlinked. We have each other’s controls; a rivalry has grown up between Stacy and I and we are going to test each other to the limit. We start gently enough allowing each other the chance of finding our initial comfort levels. Then, we both step it up a notch and then another. Zack cannot take his eyes off me as every part of my body shakes. He focuses on my pussy lips, which by now seem to have a life of their own. He is so absorbed by.