” Shana kicked the sheet off her feet and dug her heels into the mattress again, lifting her ass into the air as she reached for her inners thighs ...ith both hands. Her breasts gathered into plush mounds between her down-thrust arms, her palms grinding against the flesh of her thighs while her pussy ached and flushed. Her hands drew up along her thighs, the left drawing the gusset of her panties to the side while her right drew patterns up and down the length of her seeping pussy. “I…I want,”. After what felt like and eternity the paddling stopped and he felt his ass being rubbed. Well stand up boy, Agony told Mark as she released his wrists and stood him up. Awww you re crying smirked Ecstasy as she dug thru her duffel bag. Agony stripped Mark of his shirt tie and garters and stockings leaving Mark standing dumbfounded and helpless in his wet panties. Ecstasy looked up at him and in a mocking tone declared We can t have our boy in wet panties, and well since he cant be. I was behind my wife and feeling frisky. At some point I must have begun rubbing my hips againstmy wife and it must have been obvious because her mothernoticed. Rather than make something embarrassing out ofit, she was real good at making it a fun joke. “Sheeshyou two, why don’t you just go out and get that out ofyour system” she said. My wife looked back at me, andmuch to my surprise, she said, “Ya, let’s do.” andjumped up. I followed my wife out the little. She moved her hips upward, sliding her moistened slit against my cock, my every nerve screaming tingling anticipation, with undeniable need. She reached down, singly wrapping her fingers around my shaft slick from her sex, and velvet warmth followed, closing around me, deep—deeper. She sucked in a breath, placing her hands on my shoulders, and she lowered deeper still. I reached behind her, getting a handful of her meaty behind, groping. So . . . much . . . ass. I saw her chew her.