"Oh yes." Angie moaned as he pushed into her. "God, yes, fuck me deep."I found it very arousing to listen to my wife talking so crudely to John and al...ost begging to be filled up with hard cock. John pumped his length into her and I listened to the rude slurping noised her wet pussy made as she received it. John leaned forward and grabbed Angie's breasts. He pinched her hard nipples as he pounded into her. Angie was really getting into it now. She was almost chanting "yes, yes, yes, oh yes," as. "Jesus, is that a smile I see there? Where'd that come from? It looks so strange on that face." Cut it out, Micki. Can I help it if I'm in a good mood?" I said."Hey," said Mattie, looking past us toward the back of the restaurant, "isn't that Donny Hammach coming out of the john?"Jared looked up, his eyes narrowing. "Where? I told that buckethead not to show his face anywhere near me or Brit." Hey, what happened to him? He looks like he fell into the toilet. Oh, it's okay, Jare, he's leaving,". ..a lesson. To feel completely used as my fucktoy. Strength holds you at junctions. You're free to go, but you stay, needing me to push you further into yourself. You listen to the words I say out loud. The names I call you swirling in your mind. I watch your hesitation, admiration for my courage, my stamina, you see my intention. Tears spill. Slammed against the bed, holding yourself strong. Something so deeply primal, organic, and passionate within me, eliciting vulgarity. Your adorable. Lucy was home. I went downstairs to let her in, and man, was she wasted! She staggered in and flopped on the couch. I noticed her hair was wet, and she had no bra on under her white blouse. "Where have you been?", I demanded. "Oh nowhere. I just went back to a girlfriends house, and fell asleep on the couch. No harm done". "Really", I said. "your hair is wet, and you've no bra". To that, she answered, "I vomited back at Tina's house, so I had to have a shower. I guess I just forgot o put my bra.