”As she was talking, I moved my right hand up to her earlobe and lightly was sliding my fingers up and down it. And I slowly slid my other hand down...to massage her ass. Knowing where this was going, my wife said, “My sister is in the next room, probably not fully asleep. I think we should wait for another night.”I pinched that fine ass of hers and said, “You are not getting a choice this week. If she is here, I need some down time, and sex is the only remedy. Besides, she should understand that. My sweet wife came extra hard while she was being fucked that way. One thing that surprised me was when they were sitting around the kitchen table. She had made a pot of coffee. One of the guys stroked himself till he came. He pointed his prick straight at Julia’s cup and splashed cum into her coffee. She smiled and said that she liked cream in her coffee and then drank it down.Almost three weeks had pasted and I had several hot videos of my wife fucking different guys when the next video. ” She smiled at him. “You’ve always been family, Henry – speaking of which, you will join me for dinner, won’t you?” “Miss Elizabeth, I can’t keep letting you feed me! I’m always imposing on your generous nature, it’s too much!” He shook his head, tut-tutting over taking advantage of her. She lowered her head to hide her smile, knowing that he would eventually find a way to accept her offer; he always did, he just liked to be talked into it! “You know how much I hate eating alone when Robert is. One of the other blokes who works in the stores starts a conversation about some product or other, and I sort of engage, keeping my eyes off anything that moves. He gets bored or something, but anyway turns to talk to someone else, and I hold my pint, looking at the floor. Everyone around our table is now chatting away, no-one seems to be looking at the stage, and there’s people singing songs and stuff, then the compare announces ‘the lovely, voluptuous Vicky, who’s going to dance for us’..