Slowly, I touched her personal life and asked her if she loved her best friend. She told yes and although she knew he loved her, her family wouldn’t... agree. I could see the sadness. This time, I again touched her hand and she didn’t tell anything. I told her not to worry and to relax. She told her she’s disturbed and not in a state to relax. I told her that we stop drinking and go up. She nodded and we went back to her room.I forgot to mention that she was wearing a green saree with a golden. He thrust in me two more times and I felt the first shot of his cream leave his cock and enter my bowels. Four or five more shots coated my insides before I felt him begin to soften and pull out. "I told you that you would love it! Enjoy!"And with that he grabbed his clothes, left the stall, dressed and exited the room. No sooner had he left my ass was the next guy in place to enter it. His cock was slightly shorter, about 6 inches like mine, but also slightly wider than the last. I felt his. I answered as best I could, "no, at first maybe I was hesitant, but now I will let him post whatever he wants, wherever he wants."Before the waitress had a chance to respond, he cut in again, "and why is that?" Because I am your white slut," I answered.He pressed me to go further, "but you like it don't you, you like knowing others see you as married white slut for my black cock."Again, I answered honestly, "yes. Yes, I love knowing that others see me as a black cock slut. The exposure turns me. She glanced over at Diane, then extended her leg, slid it between my legs and started to rub my crotch with her foot. Mom smiled at me, then ran her hand down the inside of my thigh. She lifted my cock and balls so Betty had better access with her foot. Mom squeezed my cock, then moved over and sat beside Betty. Part 2 The three of us, Mike, Julie and I, kind of suspected sex was part of the activities at the adult weekends at the lodge. But we learned more was involved when, a while back, we.