One of my fuckers, pushed a hand into my chotthi gandas hole. My buttocks were felt apart as one was in north and other was in south. He made good har...d strokes. I was dying of pain, but who cared. They were all laughing. All of them, except my husband, practiced that. Then came another thing. One of them introduced two hands, one after the other, into my gand and fucked my gand with his hands. And believe me it was a very very hard fuck. As was the tradition, all of them did it. As they had. “Oh God!!!” I screamed as Xiong looked up at me, licking my little rosebud. I felt my clit pound against his tongue in a powerful orgasm as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me. He stood up and smiled as he rubbed my breasts. “You own my pussy,” I said with a playful smile. “I own all of you,” he corrected me in all seriousness. “Turn around and present yourself to me,” he ordered. I placed the palms of my hands against the concrete wall, spreading my legs wide, giving him full. After half an hour the path had disappeared and his only choice was to go into the woods. Night was falling and the lights of the city and his final destination were becoming visible on the horizon. He wondered what experiences he would find there.As the trees became denser the light was becoming sparse, the evening was fine and warm and the smell of pine was strong. Looking back he could vaguely see a clearing, probably another road track that he had missed and could have driven along,. It was just as he had promised, except that he had not mentioned the soft moonlight or the warm and gentle breeze that still raised goose bumps on their skin. Helen lay on the grass holding her arms open for Steve, but when he made to lie on top of her she pulled him down beside her instead."In a minute, Steve, let me just say something first."He looked at her puzzled, but nodded his agreement."Let me first say thank you for bringing me here tonight." She placed a finger across his lips to.