I whispered in her ear if she like being fucked like a slut and she just kept saying fuck me fuck me over and over again ,I knew with the intensity of...these bulls they were gonna be blowing a load soon so I told my wife to sit up on the couch and everybody was going to finish off on her face. Watching these 2 10 inch cocks slide out of my wife was orgasmic.She was way more induced now into her cocktail, and she just sat there in her head nod, while these loads shot all over her face. By now she. I started to breathe fast but still pretended to sleep. Now his hands were all over caressing my boobs stomach and waist. He removed her shirt and inside his blanket we both were nude on upper part. In his dirty and filthy smell i found some kind of preciousness. I always wanted to do dirty things. Smell of Men’s sweat has always attracted me. He was hugging me and pressing my tender boobs with his dirty and rough hands that were meant to lift dirt and other same sort of work. His filthiness. Now it was a perfect ad to “ FUCK ME”. By 8:30 in the evening, we closed the door and dressed for our night out! We drove to the theater which was about twenty minutes from her home. We were both excited about what the evening might hold. She knew of two theaters. We opted for the closer one. We entered a well lit showroom stocked with the usual assortment of adult hardware–lotions, DVDs and all types and sizes of adult toys. After looking around for a few minutes and acting. "I wanted to say goodbye, and make sure the work was done to the highest standard. The place deserved respect, and I was able to ensure it was delivered!" Jeff winced, feeling his treachery stinging.The tyres of the van crunched as they met the gravel of the pubs car park. Skillfully, Joe maneuvered the large van between the parked cars, before picking out a suitable space. The van shuddered to a premature halt, belching black oil.The doors were thrown open, and slammed in unison."I think this.