I realized she didn’t mean it the way it came across, or at least hoped so, but if she didn’t explain it to Brent, he wouldn’t. God, I wondered ...what he thought of me, my wife fucking him almost every day like a crazed, sex-starved woman. Did he think I didn’t fuck her every day, too? Didn’t satisfy her? Couldn’t get it up? Had a tiny dick? Well, the last one was starting to feel like it was true with how she talked about his. Truth be told I’m above average, and she had always told me how. He held me on him, before pulling my hair and dragging me from his cock, my face and his cock glistening and all messy. He worked my head, alternating between driving deep, and then shallow, so my tongue could go to work. I felt like such a dirty fucking slut, being held, unable to do anything, my face being fucked. My hand reached down to my clit, and rubbed furiously. He fucked my face harder. His fingers still inside me, he knew the spot, and it wasn't long before he had me writhing and. Don’t worry about it. I’m sure he will be gentle.Rekha- what if he’s not gentle? I don’t know about him in bed na. What to do? I’m scared.Shruthi- let me talk to him and I’ll make sure that he’ll not be rough.By this time I came out and shruthi went in. I asked rekha to come little late after her bath to give us some time in which I will make sure to woo shruthi. Now when shruthi came out she said she wanted to talk to me about something, I said okay.Shruthi- kishan rekha wants to get fucked by. So I quickly pulled over and, with a smile, she hopped in. As we chatted I learned Chris had recently turned 18 and was using her new status as an adult to head north to see a friend. That worked out great since it was the direction I was already going for my trip.Chris had long blonde hair and a pretty, albeit angular, face. The summer dress she was wearing showed her breasts to be small, but I like that and I could see a couple of nice nipple bumps pushing at the fabric.When she asked me if I.