She realized she was beaten, if her husband saw it he would divorce her and take her kids. She sighed she was beaten the boys just smiled at her. She ...turned walking over to the stereo, turned on some music and walked back to the center of the room.Matt looked at her “you better start telling us how much you like us, that you can’t wait to get our cocks in you, yeah Rob chimed in smiling”. Sandi was now down to her red lace bra and matching boy shorts. “Come over her and between us” as she. I knew then who I was screwing, but I still didn’t understand the tightness until Carol leaned forward to kiss me. “Fuck me, Richard. Fuck my ass and finger my cunt. Oh, dear God, I’m going to cum so fucking hard.” Carol’s body convulsed wildly as she experienced what seemed to be a seriously major orgasm. When it comes to women, I can be a bit slow on the uptake, so it was several seconds before I processed what I had heard. Did she say “fuck my ASS?” Was that where my cock was. It was late evening, so the beautiful orange light shone through the windows and bathed the room in a calm atmosphere. It was the middle of summer, and although summer in England is not nearly as hot as India, it was still warm and sunny outside. Uncle Bilal, Aunt Ananya, Aesha, Julia and David all sat around a rectangular table. The three guests sat on one side of the table while Julia and David sat on the opposite side. There was a large roast chicken in the centre of the table, with several. Later that evening I beat Erica 6 - 2 and 6 - 3. She asked if I was all right. I smiled and told her not to worry.The room was spacious. It was a suite, really. The afternoon sun tried to pierce the drawn shades. It resulted in a warm, intimate atmosphere. Golden specks danced in the narrow beams of sunlight that spilt around the edges of the shades.The hands on my watch crawled closer to the appointed hour. I guess there is nothing as efficient in making a man doubt his motives as having time.