Perhaps he thought he would remember her a little better if he did so when the limo and I arrived at 7.00pm he was dressed. I rang the doorbell. He ca...me to the door opening it slowly and what he saw made him cry out and the look on his face was a mixture of anguish and joy as I stood there looking like my mother dressed in her blue halter neck dress. He knew it was me but I sensed he wanted to pretend it was Mum so I said, “Hi Ajit – ready to take your beautiful wife to dinner?”Yes Sudha – oh. A hissed, “Yes,” fills the room. Still keeping his grip on her hair, his hips pivot and swivel about, working around inside her. Her hips move now, faster and faster. He starts to slide his length out, leaving only an inch inside her. Then he pushes slowly back inside, gradually faster. She becomes more vocal, she’s crying out for more and he sees her hand dart between her legs. She’s rubbing her clit furiously, her fingers brushing against him when he bottoms out. He squeezes one of her. I started looking for something to jerk off to. Amy had been wearing thongs to the gym a lot lately and she hadn't done laundry in a couple of days. I pulled a couple of sexy pairs from the laundry basket, one white and one blue and inhaled her scent. There are few things sexier than the still fresh scent of Amy's pussy and ass smeared all over a pair of panties or thong. I held them up to my face and shot a huge load of cum imagining Amy sucking my cock while I buried my face in her. The woman on the tape screams in agony when a finger is brutally shoved up her ass. A moment later I feel incredible pressure on my anus. I scream as Michael finger fucking my pussy uses his other hand to stick his finger up my ass. I try in vain to get away from his finger, bucking my hips up and down, trying to move away from the painful intrusion. All I managed to do was ride his fingers. They slide in and out of both holes, as I desperately try to escape. With all my squirming I'm forcing.