She took my tool between her fingers, gently running her palm along the length... drawing and releasing the foreskin... as if measuring my fuck tool."...es... you're big like him... probably he was little thicker." She fondled my balls.I ran my finger through her cunt slit, feeling the swollen clit."Now on you'll never miss him. I'll never let you sleep without a goodnight fuck."I placed two pillows behind her back and let her settle on the bed in a half supine position. I folded her legs and. I smiled at Andy and he smiled back. Jo's skirt had ridden up slighlty and the sight of her naked thighs with her boots and her hand stroking Andy's cock had given me a raging hard on. “It's time we headed home,” I said. Both Jo and Andy looked crestfallen. “Can't you stay for one more drink. I'm buying,” Andy pleaded. “You misunderstood me Andy. I meant it's time we're all heading home!” Jo looked startled but a hugh grin spread across Andy's face. I looked at Jo and said, “Well. Are we going. And they had begged for the privilege. They had seen plenty of execs just like themselves go down to ruin for displeasing Barton in the slightest way.Now John Barton was starting on his honeymoon. It was his second marriage. He had dropped his first wife, Fran, who had begun showing signs of middle age. Fran had hired one of the best known divorce lawyers in the country. Barton had toughed him out the same as he toughed out every other son of a bitch who tried to cross him. Now the lawyer was. His wife was in the driver's seat. He couldn't see the guy she was fucking, but the top she had been wearing was gone and she had her naked back to him, her upper body twisting as her hips rotated. The driver's hands were buried in her long, blonde hair as they kissed passionately.He had to get closer, but didn't want the guy to see him coming, so he walked through the woods, stumbling over bushes and roots and logs. Back at the side of the road he found another tree to hide him from their.