"Can we talk about it?" Deepali asked, taking a seat. It seemed to Raghav as if the time for talking was long gone, although the divorce was still at ...least months from being final. This would be their first conversation since what he regarded as an ambush. That was where Deepali thanked him for 10 years of love and devotion, lamented that they never had c***dren, and announced that she had fallen for a better man. The "better" was Raghav's word, but an inescapable interpretation.Deepali looked. Abbu let my orgasm subside and slowly started to raise and lower his hips in a fucking motion. The pleasure I was feeling was immense, and I started to scream at him. " FUCK ME" I screamed " Fuck me like I have never been fucked before, fill me with your big cock PLEASE DON'T EVER STOP" Abbu was an expert lover, he was taking me to heights of pleasure I never knew existed and of course being an older man his staying prowess was much greater. For Twenty minutes he fucked me, and I lost count of. She knew that as Fluff licked, probed, fingered and kissed her, it would be Amna’s eyes which were following the action and it was Amna at whom she could gaze while her cunt was being caressed, sucked and prodded. It was easy to guess Fluff’s own preferences from the penises she had tattooed on her face, her arms and the one on her back with Amna’s name ornately composed by the semen spurting from the massive tattooed penis between her shoulder blades. With Fluff’s prompting, she put her dildo. Feeling him tug on my nipples was sending waves of sexual pleasure to my clitoris, ‘Fuck it’, I thought, this was an unexpected grope session I was beginning to enjoy, and I guess he sensed that, as he reached down and began to pull my panties down. I hate to admit it, but mine came off as easily or better then Michele’s, now he was stuffing mine into his pocket along with her’s, this old boy was succeeding with two of us, where most of the men were failing all night long. He turned the lights.