Morrigan O’Driscoll.’4‘What a coincidence! It kinda goes with Brannigan doesn’t it?’‘Yes it does,’ she sniggered. ‘Maybe we were meant... to meet and who knows how far it’ll go, aye?’I wasn’t certain how to take that. I was sure she wasn’t a prostitute and anyway, what if she was. Tonight I didn’t really care where the action came from as long as it was sexual, and besides, I did like the idea of our two names matching that way, it seemed weird and wonderful and I did want to get to know her. I became calm as I was done.Then, he put his hard throbbing dick between my boobs and fucked my boobs with it and I again became ready after only 2-3 minutes of his boob fucking I said “Chachcha-jaan, ab der na karo mujhe ghar bhi jana hai”(“Uncle, please make it fast, I also need to go home”) he replied “Kyun nahin, meri bitiya rani? Kabse bekara hun tumhare liye”(“Why not baby, I m too eager for u’)He entered his penis in my cunt and initially it went well as I was still too much wet but when. Their clenched fingers and arms felt like a battering ram had been shoved up my ass.After a while, they pulled back until their clenched knuckles were next to the walnut sized lump of my prostate gland. They started rocking their knuckles slowly over the gland as I gasp in a silent scream. It was exquisite and overpowering. They rubbed harder until I my entire body shook, from my toes to the top of my head, in a mind-rending orgasm. Without touching my cock I came, explosively spurting on the. The sound of light jazz filled the room and my husband proceeded to get us a couple of drinks. I started feeling a little frisky after the first few dances combined with my drinks and the enjoyment of finally being able to let my hair down gave me a second wind. I did take note that my risky dancing and husbands roaming hands were noticed by several people. That was okay though and I know he loves knowing other men and women are watching me. As I drank and danced freely my husband had.