As I turned to go back to the bedroom I took one last look and saw Susan being fucked in both holes. These guys made a sandwich out of my wife. In my ...ome! Back in my bed, in the dark, staring out at nothing I could hear them fucking and laughing for the next hour. Then I fell asleep. I woke up next morning to the sound of the vacuum cleaner. Susan was not in my bed. When I walked into the living room I saw Susan cleaning up the mess we all made the night before. Steve and Mike were gone. She. I'd say it was around ten feet square. There was a seat like a peninsula coming out five feet from one side, three feet wide and three fet high. When we had it built, we'd chosen to have it take up part of a tandem garage space, which explained its size. Jen looked at me and grinned. "This is great!" she exclaimed, and we opened the door and walked in. We turned the knobs, adjusting to the right temperature. The water spilled out several different showerheads, five in all - one in the center of. He jerked his huge black dick two or three times with his hand and sent thick spurts of hot semen across my face and into my wide-open mouth. When he stopped coming, he said, "Just keep sucking, slut, that's it." He had only lost a little of his hardness. Now I could suck him the way I wanted to, although my hands were tied. I moved my mouth up and down and swirled my tongue around the head. Soon he was rock hard again."Ready to get your little white ass fucked, bitch?" He asked with a smile. I. Looking down to watch his smooth-shaved shaft working back and forth between the buttocks beneath him, Doug was fascinated to see with each withdrawal an inch of bright red bowel appear, extending from the distended brown ring of Roger’s anus and gripping his shaft as if reluctant to release it, then disappearing back inside with each forward thrust. Julie seemed lost in sensation, eyes closed and head thrown back against the headboard as Doug’s thrusts into Roger were in turn mashing his face.