Mike moved off the bed behind my wife, his cock once again fully rigid and ready. "Mike," I said, "there's some petroleum jelly on the nightstand." He...immediately realized what I wanted him to do and opened the jar, scooping a dollop on his fingers. He coated his hard dick and used the rest of the slick jelly to lubricate her tight rectum. Satisfied with his preparation, Mike crouched between our legs and slowly penetrated Cindy's ass. Almost immediately I could feel his cock separated from. I knew he was lying, because I was too. The 14 years I spent married to Victoria were some of the happiest years of my life. I would be just as happy when I married Megan and Amy, but that didn't remove the fact that the time with Victoria had been special. I vividly remembered the devastation she and I felt when we realized at the end of the last cycle that we would likely not be married when it was all over. We both cried over that. I knew we both missed that closeness. I also knew whatever. Kimmy slid off her daddy’s softening cock. His dick flopped out of her cunt glistening with her juices. Kimmy clamped her hand over her snatch, holding in the flood of incestuous cream. She fell onto her back, the bed creaking as she squirmed on it.I crawled onto the bed, giving Mr. Meyer’s a smile. “You made her cum hard, stud.” I patted his wet dick as I moved over him. “Did you see how much she loved your cock?”“Yeah,” he said, his voice deep but still a little shell-shocked. I mean, he was. The two sawed into my pussy and throat in unison, with rapidly increasing pace, like two Olympic rowers in tandem, sprinting to the finish. They exploded at once, drowning me in viscous pulses of man-goo. The one in my throat jumped off my chest like gymnast, as I coughed up cum, sputtering and gulping for air. The remaining colleague forcefully grabbed a fistful of my hair and pulled my face toward his dry-cum glazed peg, and roughly fucked my side-laying head, blasting his load in my face,.