I woke up a bit later and reached my hand out to stroke Mike’s pantied arse but he mumbled “not now Polly”.“Poor Polly,” I thought, “in my...experience it’s usually the wife who isn’t up for some night-time sexual activity.” I thought about getting up and going back to my own bed but the room was warm as I’d turned on the electric fire and my own bedroom would be cold so I decided to stay with Mike for a bit longer.“Well, well, well!” The loud voice of my wife Anne dragged Mike and me awake,. I look at her and see that she is really enjoying this fucking, and especially the show she putting on for me and I get in front of her to see her face, she looks in my eyes as if to say "thank you, this is great" - we kiss a long luscious kiss - at this point my hard cock is right in front of him, touching his face... he takes it in his hand and begins to stroke me just perfectly. It is so cool to see her face about to come again and feel his hand on me making me harder and harder.Now I move. I can still recall the unbelieving look on Ashley’s face, when her older sister Debbie told her that we had to make room in our tent for her old friend and her husband. Debbie had known Tency since college, but after graduating, Tency decided to go back home to Namibia. Apparently, Debbie thought it a nice idea to invite her and her husband Taiwo to join us on that camping trip to refresh their friendship and to enable Taiwo to have his first visit to America. Unfortunately, and so typical of. I pulled at her large left breast, quickly finding the very hard and erect nipple and I started massaging and tugging on it.Prajakta was in sensory overload. She moaned. Over and over again, it was almost constant. Leaving her tit hanging, I pulled her hands away from her pussy, and said, “Let me do that.” Her hands moved to the side of the bed so she could hang on with all the movements and motion we had going on.I started finger fucking her wet, hungry slit with my left hand. I quickly found.