” “Chris, save it …” I said. I was out of breath. Fucking my husband was a lot of work, mainly because I wanted to make love with him for hour.... For unknown reasons, I wanted my time with him to last. “I want to fuck your ass!” Chris yelled. “Now?” Bob asked. “Yes. Now.” “You want to screw my wife's ass at the same time I'm screwing her twat?” I felt removed from the conversation, and I didn’t like it. “Wait—”“Yes,” Chris interjected. “Do you think she could handle it?” Bob asked. I accepted. Becky asked me to stay downstairs with her, but I told her this wasn't a good idea with Jack upstairs. We all cleaned ourselves up & I headed for the spare room. Just as I was getting into bed, I head the stairs. Then my door opened, Becky was stood there."What are you doing up here?" I wanted a kiss for my birthday" I thought I just gave you enough for your birthday!" Just a kiss & then I'll go back down"I couldn't refuse a beautiful girl on her birthday could I! We kissed goodnight, as she. "Will do - got to go, see you soon, darling girl." And you, darling man!"The line went dead, and I went back to the flat to put the kettle on. I was a little surprised that no-one else was up and about, but then it was still only a few minutes after seven o'clock, and it was still pitch black outside, if you discounted the street lights. And there was another two weeks yet to go of the days getting shorter before the Winter Solstice.Despite the coldness of the telephone box, Gustav had. He inserted his fingers now, deep into the tight walls of her core, caressing as his mouth continued to feast on her sex. Aurora’s cries to him grew louder as he pleasured each fold, each nerve in her swollen cunt. His warm tongue lapping at every droplet of cum that escaped her womb. Biting her lower lip, she gripped the sheets, trying not to squirm from his passionate dance between her thighs. Success was not in her favor this time. Arching her back and thighs trembling, Aurora released a.