Why do you want someone else to fuck your wife?"Harry took a few moments to organize his thoughts before saying, "I don't know if I can explain it so ...ou'll understand, but for years my favorite fantasy has been to watch Brenda make it with another man. I don't know why, I just know that it is an inner need that never goes away. In fact, with each passing year it gets stronger. Once, when we were in a pretty mellow mood, Brenda and I started talking about each other's sexual likes and dislikes. The pigs ignored it as if they didn't have a care in the world. That was fine for them, but I wondered how it was going for their relatives down in the valley. Out of curiosity, as soon as the weather let up, I wanted to check it out.Yeah, this had to be what Eve and I would call a hurricane, since an eerie calm set in just about daylight and lasted for around three hours. The wind quickly rose to be as strong as before, but it was blowing from the opposite direction. A hurricane, by any one of. But they know I can’t do much more than 20 hours a week.”“Who coming on later? I may drop by,” he asked.“That should be Tonya and Susie,” she said, glancing at the assignment clipboard. “They’re third shift, like you.”“Susie? Do I know her?” he asked.“You should,” Agnes grinned again. “She’s that tiny thing. You know, the one who keeps getting carded. Also, the one who has a crush on you.”Sproing! His cock remembered her before he did. “Oh, sure. I was kinda nervous to even flirt with her. Chuck moved. He was on her, his hands tearing fabric, grabbing smooth flesh, squeezing that perfect fucking arse, kissing the lips, so soft, caressing the tongue, so eager.This was unlike anything Estelle had ever experienced. Chuck was wild and unpredictable, his body tense and rock hard. She had to feel him, all of him, scars and tattoos and everything. She wanted to taste that rugged, hairy, sweaty beast she'd set free, and she took his manhood, and his moans were gratifying beyond belief as.