Just the touch of my lotioned finger against my clit made my cunt cream. I just can't wait for my husband to get home.It was 9:15pm and he would be ho...e soon. I laid on the couch so when he came through the door the first thing he would see would be me on my stomach with my legs slightly spread apart so that my g-string almost disappears into my ass. The breeze blowing between my legs made my twat tingle. I needed some relief. I needed to be fucked.I heard the keys in the door so I didn't move. “I want you to undress your wife for me.” he said to me. “What?” I replied.“Undress your wife, and give her to me.” he repeated, this time a bit more forcefully.I shrugged my shoulders and moved in front of her.“No, not like that. Undress her from behind, and do it slowly. I want to watch.” He instructed, his voice now firm. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared at Heather.I did as he asked. I moved behind my wife and slowly removed her already opened blouse. I gently slid it off of. She’d found us an RV park a mile or so from where we turned to go over to the Newel Coach Plant. She was excited and Kelly was too, now that we’d told her.We drove the last 90 miles in an hour and a half, not in any hurry. When we came to Miami, Meghan began to tell me what to look for. With her help, we were soon at the entrance of the RV park and I watched as Valeria and Kelly made a mad dash to check us in.“You’re not in that race, want to tell me why?”“I want you to do me a favor,” she. "Oh, Ruthie!" Kris!"Thrusting and grinding their swampy mounds against each other, bumping and jostling their breasts, arching their backs and throwing back their heads, the two teenage girls were soon utterly lost to the world. Soft grunts and strained moans were escaping them as the friction built up and it was not through any conscious decision that they did not rise to an ear-splitting crescendo but rather due to the fact that they were finding it so hard to catch their breath. Enjoying.