I tried not to react but he wanted some action so he began fucking my face. Holding my head tightly he moved his hips in a rocking motion that drove t...e penis back to the point where I gagged again. The knife came back into view near my eye and again he barked out orders on what I had to do. With a trembling hand I wrapped my fingers around his penis. I could feel its warmth and pulse as I worked it into my mouth. I was not that stupid to think it would end with just a blow job so I steeled. Brett's cum mixed with her juices allowed me to push in without too much hurt on her face. I could see the grimace, as I forced my fat cock in to her tight opening. Her body was tightening as her muscles all seemed to try to push me out. The pain she felt caused her to pull back on the couch as she tried to prevent me from entering her. I grabbed her hips pulling her back to me and pushing my cock in deeper causing a painful whimper to escape from her. I rested my cock inside her and could feel. They had left the one bar and headed to another. They didn't last long at the second when Joan walked out with the guy she was making with. She said they were going to his house real qucik and he would drop her off. My wife said she left with them in her car and waited in the car till Joan came out. The truth is, my wife was in the house and gave the guy Joan was with friend a BJ while she was waiting, and then she rode him to her climax. Joan and my wife had always talked about hooking up. Part of that was admitting to Bev what had happened in Manhattan. She left her roommates out of it, but confessed the rest. Bev knew what Bobby was like, and wasn’t surprised or judgmental. But she was agitated when Suzie told her about Connie and Bobby.“I knew she was nuts for him,” sighed Bev. “I should have seen this coming.” She stamped a foot. “But then she met Tim, and I thought it was all taken care of.”“Well, if they’re right ... it wasn’t.” Suzie shrugged.Bev frowned. “When Tim died, I.