I am a very private person and never share pictures of wild ladies. Privacy is an utmost priority, and I never break the trust.I just replied, “Hmm,... thanks,” to her message.The same day evening, she messaged, “I am Ramya (name changed).” I could not reply to her that day because I was quite occupied. The next day I replied, “Hello, Ramya.”We could not chat because my online free time did not match her online free time. One message from my end will be responded to when she sees it. The same was. I got in the shower and made sure to scrub my back well. This was another pleasure I was just getting to experience again. Of course, there were other parts of my body than my back that felt good to soap and rinse off. I found I was much more attuned to my body since my afternoon with Sam and Nancy. I could make myself feel good without having to go for the orgasm.I got dressed in shorts and a halter and ran down the stairs, two at a time. I skipped into the kitchen and yelled "Yipee! with my. “Yes, Mukesh dad. I want all 3 of you to give me at least one child each. It will be my honour”, I replied.Ramesh dad planted a huge kiss on my lips. “We will be glad to do that, Aastha beti.”He increased his speed and started fucking me harder. It was as if he suddenly got a new amount of strength. After 30 minutes, they all came inside us. Then, they switched places. Suresh dad came on me, Mukesh dad moved on Nisha, and Ramesh dad moved on mom.After a week, we all moved to Udaipur and have. A few weeks ago I walked in on Dave getting topped by one of my black lovers. I was shocked. Here was my dominant husband, the one for whom I live to please, being utterly dominated by a true man. There he was, hunkered over on our bed with his white ass sticking in the air and his asshole stretched by a thick black dick. When he saw me, he was startled and tried to get up, but Derrell pushed him back on the bed, called him a "white bitch" and kept fucking his ass. I sat down on the armchair.