Must be that Asian blood. Goddamn.” I pull back and her walls cling to me like honeyed glue. “Oh, this is gonna be fun,” I grunt, massaging her ...oft ass.“Yea, baby. Take me to hell,” she breathes.I freeze. “The fuck did you say?” A shadowed image of pink fills the mirror in front of me. It shrugs silhouetted shoulders. Shakes its head, disappointment shimmering through the glass.“In what?” I growl, rutting savagely inside the drooling teenage pussy for emphasis with hard, deep stokes, my balls. Maybe really interesting guys shared a nut allergy. She stripped to her undies, attempting a provocative pout and hip-wiggle. Not very her. Everything else in place though. Skin still held its summer bronzing. Firm and tummy-tautened, her bosom held in springy tension by her bra. And yes, a passably pretty face looked back at her. But she couldn’t compete, not with that torrent of blonde sexiness. She couldn’t flirt with a Jared, not the way a Sasha could.No big deal. Nothing missed. Stupid. He then walked in the shower and it became my turn to drop my trunks. I could feel the warmth of my cock pulsing but luckily it stayed down. I joined the shower beside Mikkel and after 5min. he told me he would go change. I said I would be changing in a couple a minutes too. I stared into the wall with the water running down my back feeling my warm cock getting cold … suddenly I could feel something against my ass cheeks … in a quick move I turned around and there was Mikkel who pushed me. “Ooo,” she cooed as they walked passed, “I think I might like one this size, be fun to play with.” Now the third male walked by, his right hand turned palm out, and gently squeezing my wife’s shapely ass as he did. I noticed they retreated to a point a couple of aisles over, and spoke quick to each other.“Okay, unbutton another button on your top, show a bit more cleavage. It looks like they are chatting a bit, I’l wander off, we’ll see what these guys do,” I commented as I groped her ass a.