"you mean your not watching my wife getting a good fucking while you masturbate?" replied the man."Well!" I stammered but i really didn't know what to...say but strangely the guy didn't seem to be to bothered."Its okay she often gets a good fucking from other guys, we have an open marriage I really don't mind" he grinned.Then he stepped over to the door and peered in."Oh good its the Wesley boys, they really give her a good fucking, hung like stallions they are" he smiled then he took out his. “Stop!” she froze letting the shirt fall back. “Do it more slowly.” She complied but glared at me the whole time. Her stomach was flat with little ridges running along it showing where her toned abs lay hidden beneath the skin. The bra she was wearing was a little too small for her and it pushed her perky tits together nicely. I took my eyes from her not knowing how much longer I could restrain myself. She took the top off and let it hang from the chain around her neck, and started on her. She felt his hand move up to her tits as he fondled her tits through the blouse. At the same time, he bent his head down to her mouth and kissed her. She opened her mouth and responded enthusiastically, their tongues dueling. She moaned again! No white boy had ever kissed her like that.Tyrone loved how firm her tits felt through her blouse just like he thought that they would. He loved that she moaned again when he kissed her. Finally, he had had enough of playing. He had to get into this body.. I would encourage you to get a little frisky with her though because you know men always get a little out of control at these private party type things and I don’t want her to be surprised this weekend if men start using her.”Sammie pushed me down into the chair and walked over to the edge of the room to adjust the music. Trance music began to play and I saw Sir standing, watching. Sammie fixed her eyes on me and then began to sway.Her eyes locked with mine as she slowly approached me, moving.