Peter moved inside of her, deeper and deeper, moaning helplessly in her ear. Their bodies were slamming together faster and faster now. His cock was d...iving in and out of her body. Sliding his dick out to the very tip, and then thrusting it back in, as hard as he could. The sensations erupting throughout his body were amazing, mind-blowing. "Ohhh God", Lorraine moaned. "God, you’re gonna make me cum! Please, please, don’t stop, don’t stop!" Peter could feel his cock swelling deep inside of her. The dyke was in front of me again, her pussy over my face and she commanded me, “Drink” and she began pissing into my mouth. It filled my mouth and flowed over and I chocked as the flow increased. It was all over my face and hair and my eyes burned. “Bend her over the stool” a voice came. I was put over a stool and tyed, my tits hanging painfully down with no support and my legs secured apart. Now began what seemed like long hours of fucking. Cocks filled me and filled me over andover again.. I did what I was told. I laid down on the opposite end of the couch with my dick in the air. Nickie lifted herself off of Charles and turned around, giving him a view of her amazing ass. She planted her pussy back on his cock and kicked out her legs so she could lean forward in my direction. Right away he took advantage and put his hands on her ass and started fucking her by bouncing her backside up and down on his dick. She was breathing heavy but maintained her focus as she stroked my cock.. But we did a lot of each. Then she told me that she shared our chats and stories with her husband and that he enjoyed making her read them aloud as he made love to her. That was when the germ of the idea began to grow. Her husband was not jealous. She was enjoying it. My wife was travelling nearly every weekend doing training. Most Fridays she would be gone before I got home from work. On the good weekends she would get home in the evening on Sunday. She told me to just not burn down.