Then she noticed a couple of large cases against the far wall of the parlor, and that those cases contained trophies of some kind. She went over and h...d a look. One case contained a scattering of awards, military medals and trophies with the name ‘Reginald Baker’ engraved on them. ‘Must be her dad,’ Gail thought. The trophies seemed to be martial arts related, with a lot of second and third places won. The second case really caught her attention. More martial arts trophies, but all of them had. She wanted to cum so badly as Jason let her do all the work. A few seconds later my wife’s pussy slipped off Jason’s cock. My wife said, “Hurry Jason, put your cock back into me!”Jason went to push his cock back into my wife’s pussy, when she suddenly cried out, “Not their Jason! Lower!”Jason was so out of it that he didn’t realize that his cock was now up against my wife’s asshole. Jason held my wife’s hips tightly as he gave his cock one hard push. My wife screamed out, “Oh my God,Jason! Oh’. No, if I read her right that was not the freedom Susan wanted. She would give herself to me, allow me to have her sweet tender young body. She just would not like it, heh. Tough shit. No it was not rape, it was BETTER.She arrived at 10pm on the dot."Ding Dong Susan come in, have a seat." Thanks Professor Jaz, I love your house." When we are not at school how about I call you Susan, and you call me Jaz. Now then here is Roger Berkeley's first dissertation on creative thought. Why don't you read. Jean and I decided to dance with Lee between us, he would face me for awhile and then turn and face Jean. A slow dance came on and I told Jean that she should dance with my husband; I excused myself and went back to the table. The music was slow and very sexy and the two of them wrapped there arms tightly around each other and moved sensually to the music. As the crowd enveloped them, my mind started to race. I decided that this would be the night that my husband and I had been talking about.