As I step back, my buddy slides out from underneath his wife, straddles her and from what I can see, begins to face fuck her lightly. Spent, I sit dow... at the end of the couch and watch the action for a while, but with him straddling her, I mostly just see his ass thrusting towards her face. I'm next to Anna's legs, and with a hand on her thigh, I catch myself subconsciously easing her legs apart. She accommodates my touch almost instantly, her legs parting to give me access, and almost. I scanned through the radio stations when I heard a breaking news report.Apparently, there was a raid in one of Vasquez’s meth labs. There was a shoot-out and Vasquez and his right-hand man Grant were among the slain. Multiple people were arrested.Luckily, only four people knew about my involvement – the dead undercover cop, Vasquez, Grant, and Lyana Taylor. Three are dead, and the other one is my captive – unconscious, and about to be raped.The lesser people knew where the drugs are kept. I think that was a first for her.Paul was right at the end of his orgasm so only two more small squirts came out which dribbled down his mile-long rod and onto Jess’ hand.“Damn, when was the last time you’ve cum?” Jess exclaimed.“It’s been a while,” Paul said flatly and without elaboration. “That was very good,” he added, equally flatly.Amelia turned to me as Jess sucked the cum off of the side of her hand.“Aaron, please hand each guy a wet wipe to clean up the remainder of the mess.”I was. “Did you like that?”“Daphne, I awe-most came!” Holly’s voice melted into a Southern drawl, one that only came out when she was angry or on out of her mind with lust. “Can we?”“Let’s.” Daphne slinked to the grass and shimmed her panties around her twisting hips. She planted her palms into the soft soil and squeezes, pushing her ass up in the air. As Holly descended, Daphne adjusted herself, widening her stance until she felt the futa’s girth pressing against her wetness. “There you are,” Daphne.