On second thought, maybe it isn’t so funny. I hopped off the boat — another consequence of one wife too many — and walked through the fog-shrouded marina to the car in the parking lot, checked ‘in-service’ with dispatch and groaned when the light rain turned heavy. As if losing another night’s sleep wasn’t enough, I’d forgotten my raincoat, something you do in Seattle at your peril. Oh well, it’s only water, right? Just like water under the bridge. You live and learn, at least, you’re supposed. The phone rang, and she picked it up, answering "Oui?" Jack rasped at her "Hi honey. I'm down in the bar. Why don't you come down for a drink before dinner? Oh and by the way, I've arranged for us to attend a voodoo service tonight. This guy told me it's sexy as hell. That okay with you?"She sighed, but responded "Sure, Jack. All I have to do is slip into my dress. Are you sure we'll be safe at this umm, service? It isn't out of town or anything, is it?"His voice sounded rather dull as he said. “Yes, yes, yes.”My orgasm burst through me as both men fucked me. I writhed between them, impaled on both their cocks. I couldn't believe how wonderful it was. Their dicks sawed in and out of my cumming holes. The pleasure swirled throughout my body as I helped soothe the ache from both their dicks.Their thrusting cocks prolonged my orgasm. My holes were stretched so open. I was stuffed with delicious cock. I squirmed and writhed in bliss. Such wonderful delights rippled through me. I screamed. She left the drawing room and went to bathroom. I remained slept for half an hour or so, then got up and went to my home. But I could not forget her chest from my memories. Since that day, when ever I saw her, I stair at her chest only, which she noticed. After 10dyas or so, it was Saturday morning; aunty (Vipul’s mom) came to see my mom. I was reading a magazine. She told my mom that they were traveling to Shrinathji for darshan, but Deenaben can not travel with them and she murmured something.
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