But the 5 years we had been together had been 5 years of hot, horny, passionate sex, fucking each others brains out.I double checked the pictures the ...ouples woman had sent me and I could imagine easily that it was actually Susan. "Now think, think, THINK! What should I do", I thought. The thought of reconnecting with Susan in terms of fucking her brains out one more time got my cock hard. But I thought that I need to be really careful now. I sent one more email to the couple, I wrote that. Before I left, she said, “Come back any time.” The way she said it struck me odd. It wasn’t the usual way a woman that age would talk to me. She had also mentioned her husband worked Tuesday nights. Why would she mention that? I returned Tuesday night to find out. I was nervous approaching the door, but curious and turned on as well. Was I imagining this? We’d soon find out. She opened the door and was actually surprised by me showing up. I continued on optimistically. We sat at the kitchen. Gaining a (quite enthusiastic) ‘yup!’ from Chaneyol, he grinned widely and wrapped his large hand around the stereotypical green, glass bottle to set it in the middle of the circle. Leaning forward, he flicked his wrist and let go of the bottle. In turn, it spun quickly, the material molding and blurring into itself as it did. A shout of ‘fuck!’ was the immediate reaction of the man that sat directly in front of the young male that spun the bottle. Quickly snapping his head up at the. The girl was clearly no virgin which came as no surprise as Mr White fingered her cunt vigorously as she gasped at such a liberty. Mr White’s finger was relentless as it pumped the girls cunt almost to orgasm and a lady in the audience was gasping as she fingered her own wet twat to a loud orgasm . Mr White left the girl just short of cumming before moving on to the nineteen year old .Once again he spread her pink cheeks and found a very nice pink arsehole and very wet cunt indeed . No wonder.