When I said this Jo responded, 'Let me help you'. There I was, arm extended, touching the fan and this beauty climbs on the bed and presses herself ag...inst my back, running her hand up my arm, then moving my hand around on the fan housing. Sort of stumbling, she put her other arm around me, letting her hand fall on my now hardening cock. Shaking with excitement, I told her I still did not hear it, but, in a Freudian slip, said I felt plenty. Jo told me sometimes it took a few minutes to start. We fucked hard. We now heard the same pounding sound now coming from our bed hitting the wall in our room.we had the same problem. From behind us all we could hear was a woman yell "fucking cum on my face" This got us both going even more. We were now in direct competition with them and it couldn't be hotter. I spanked her ass with my hand until she screamed in pain. She demanded that I fuck her deeper."Balls deep" she yelled. I obliged and spread her ass cheeks apart and pushed my cock deep. Ronald saw that same look in her eyes that he’d seen in the receptionist’s…that blank, placid, dreamy emptiness that suggested nothing but sleepy bliss. She looked happy, nothing like the haunted expression she’d worn when he last saw her. ‘To be honest, Mr. Mercer, I was rather hoping you wouldn’t come. I’ve grown quite fond of your wife.’ Ronald frowned. ‘Do people actually…do that?’ he asked, fascinated horror in his voice. ‘Every so often, yes,’ Ms. Graves said. ‘Some men do consider me a. She freed my pants and pushed them down, shoving them with one of her feet until they fell off.Lynn’s hand now grasped my scrotum, fondling, squeezing, exploring without the encumbrance of any restrictions. Moving her hand to my cock, Lynn encircled it with her fingers, while stroking up and down.She lifted her hips and I felt her panties start to move down her thighs.We broke our embrace momentarily.“It is time”, she said, “You’re the one” As she rolled her hips beneath me.Lynn’s legs parted,.