He still lived in a modest farmhouse, even though he was worth more millions than most would ever see in a hundred lifetimes.I had seen him on a news ...how, once, a pretty lengthy interview by the soundbite standard that ruled television. He smiled with sadness as he talked about his late wife, saying she was the inspiration for his writing and regretting the fact that she passed before he became really successful. There was a comment about his ancestry and he proudly talked about his Irish. ’His smirk grows; squeezing my firm butt and tracing his thumb round to my inner thigh as he orders. When he is done, he leans in and says ‘So… what more could a beautiful girl like you want?’He grins, revealing straight white teeth. His hand moves further round my thigh, his fingers tracing up towards my pussy. If he touched it, his fingers would come away soaked. But he doesn’t; he takes his hand away. I almost groan out loud in sexual frustration. ‘I want you…’ I breathe into his ear. ‘Do…. You were still on top of me and you slid all the way inside my tight wetness. My nails dug into you shoulders as you filled every inch of me. You started to move a little, sliding your man hood in and out of me ever so slowly. Your forehead touched mine as you watched my face and listened to the moans falling from my lips. You started to pump faster as I wraped my legs around you. I could feel you hit all my special spots and my pussy was becoming increasingly wet with every passing moment. As. I screamed like never before. Tears flowed down my face as he started to cum. When he'd finished he pulled me by the hair until I was on my knees in front of his cock. He shoved it right down into my throat. I could see Beth on her knees sucking my husbands cock while he watched my throat been fucked by Tony. Tony was burying the full length of his cock down my mouth and into my throat. He started to cum for a second time straight into my stomach. When he finished, my husband took his place.