Well, I didn?t win the?pools? as the British call them. I did much, much better. My name is Pat Wynn ? awfulpun, I know, but you could say I had a big...?Wynn? ? and I?m 40, busty,brown-haired and they reckon I?m very attractive. I?m big, but I?m all inproportion, big thighs, big butt, big mouth, BIGappetite. You get the picture, don?tyou? I?m the sort of favorite aunt young boys ? andnot so young ? dream of being spanked by. Sorry, I?m getting ahead ofmy story. I used to run a companywhich. My throat is hoarse from yelling Rob's name over and over.On shaking legs, I move over to kneel before them. We had separated, with Rob lying on his back and Christie on top of him. His beautiful cock is buried inside of her dripping pussy, her back to him as she leans back on her hands. His hips are slowly thrusting up into her as she rocks her hips in all directions, riding him with enthusiasm as I watch."That's it, baby. Fuck that pussy. You love watching my ass when I ride you, don't you?". Without finesse I pulled them down and stepped out of them, tossing them towards the camera and laughing. I settled back into my chair, even more conscious of the feeling of my skin on the chair.> Now place your heels on the desk. Tilt the camera down a fraction. I want to look right into your cunt.Reading the C-word made me wince involuntarily, but I did as requested. Taking care not to scuff the surface of the desk – heel marks would be very difficult to explain away after all – I managed to. The bar was rather crowded but I noticed some people were leaving from a booth so I said lets go grab that booth, It was a corner booth and my wife was able to sit in the corner and me and Sam was sitting on either side.As we sat down the band started playing a slow song, I whispered in my wifes ear to go dance and really dance close with him cause I wanted to watch.As they danced my wife was pushing her pelvis into his and he was fondling her tits. My heart was speeding up and I felt a faint.