I quickly retreated to my bedroom.The next day, in a room at the Hilton, I asked Horace if he knew his son Mark was fucking Kim. He laughingly respond...ed, “No shit?”I told him what I had seen the day before.“He was fucking her just like you fuck me, and apparently she had sucked him off first, just like I do you before you fuck me, it was surreal,” I said.“Does he have a big cock?” Horace asked.“As best as I could tell, he has a big cock like you,” I responded.“Did you enjoy watching?” Horace. My wife and the venkat are now really husband and wife also my sister is Rashmin’s wife officially.Then the prophet and the register arranges for the next marriage. Now Rashmin went near my wife and the venkat came near my sister. The prophet asked if Rashmin and my wife are willing to get married and both replied yes and then the prophet gave a mangalasutra with Rashmin’s name on the gold. I handed it to Rashmin and he tied it around Niha’s neck and then they kissed each other and then she. Nearly everyone did some lines, smoked blunts and drank from Hartley’s extensive supply of alcohol and champagne.Jennifer and I along with Brittany and Hartley ended up downstairs in a room in the basement. It must’ve been Hartley’s weird sex room or something. It was all red (partly caused by the dim red lighting) with a big round bed with red sheets and a big mirror on the ceiling with several mirrors on the walls and there was even one of those sex swings hanging from the ceiling. I do. Bumping. And there was Paul still jumping and bumping opposite her, his prick slapping from side to side with the rhythm of his dancing. A shame to waste it, thought Kirsten, getting onto the ground, knees in the grass, hands behind his buttocks and prick in her mouth. The taste and smell was overwhelming, while Kirsten’s flesh tingled with chemical tension, the prick driving deep into her throat. But not for long. All of a sudden, it erupted into a creamy trail of come, which as his prick.