The male neighbors and one or two wives as well with secret thoughts of their own were not as circumspect and they hastened to watch her performances ...ith a sense of guilty arousal and heightened excitement. The minister in church on Sundays preached against the sins of thought but he was just as filled with that certain feeling when Betty and her friends performed for the spiritual group get-togethers on Saturday mornings.The cheerleader outfits were fairly modest in appearance but of course. “Look at your pretty wife, sucking the cock that was in her ass and pussy” Jake sneered and I loved how he was dominating my husband psychologically. Hubby could be rough with Amber but with me he wanted others to treat me like a slut and I loved it. Before long Jake pulled out of my mouth and and began to stroke his cock. “More cum for you!” he sneered and then a blast of cum landed squarely from my forehead to my chin. He came again and again, my face full of cum. How could he make so. She ran her fingers the length of both my arms and grabbed them and pushed them firmly into each side of her firm ass and when I felt her tongue tickle my left ear I couldn’t take anymore, I snapped.I attacked her with a ferocity that neither one of us knew I had, she had no time to react or a chance to try and stop me. I was never without a hand on her ass in those shorts, it felt better than I had imagined it would just a few hours ago in the store. Between the soft material and her firm ass. But even though he was an annoying gay whore, as my brother said, ''he sucks like a god and as the tightest asshole ever, plus, he?ll do whatever I ask him, even a degrading thing like getting fucked by his 11 year old brother (which he already did, while Zack watched) or like getting double-fucked in a public place by me and another guy in my football team (as Zack is a lot into football)??. So I, once or twice, masturbated thinking of his ?godly abilities?.As soon has my parents were out the.