..................................................I had on one occasion seen Ange giving her husband a blow job. I wasn't supposed to see, but I AM ... bit of a v*yeur, I'm afraid. She was VERY good at it, so it seemed. This had been on a ski trip , where she and her husbandand I , and her brother Andy were all in a jacuzzi. Her brother Andy who looks like a male copy of Angie.Andy and I had left the Jacuzzi to give them some privacy after they had started snogging. We'd all got. One after the other I was letting them go and I really could not help it.BbbbbrrrrrrrrtPfffflllllltBararappabapbapI kept caressing my spare tyre, the roll of malleable flab around my middle in the hope that it would ease and calm the distress within, but it didn't...if anything I think I was helping the farts on their way! Jeez, I stunk the place out and fast. I slid down placing my round hefty jegging clad buttocks down onto the hard floor, hoping the air would be cleaner down there.Not for. Or at least you meet for coffee before going off to someplace you don’t even know. But there was something about this guy. It wasn’t just his good looks or his tall athletic build. It was something about the way he carried himself. A slow fluidity, a smoothness, a confidence. Like he knew just where he was going all the time. Like a river that’s swollen from a recent rain.So you hadn’t said “No,” or asked what this Art Cinema was all about because you wanted to seem like you knew. You. Jerome then made her lie on her back onto the bed, telling her to masturbate while he finished undressing. So Ana teased herself slowly; she was still sensitive from climax…I watched as my wife slid a finger in, probing her own wetness. Then, two fingers quickly went to work on her clit, putting a show for both her lover and me.Jerome grabbed her finger and he replaced it by his massive black cock. He just mounted her in missionary style; I guessed he wanted to look deep into her eyes as he was.