“What, the cooking or the mistress?” I riposted.We continued joking about cooking while I finished preparing the ingredients, and then I pulled ou... my electric skillet and set it on the island in front of us all. If I cooked at the stove, my back would be to everybody. I set the skillet to 300 and tossed in a stick of butter, and then began dredging the chicken breasts through flour. As the butter melted, the chicken went in, to begin sautéing. I grabbed a set of measuring spoons and began. He got behind me and began to run his cock up and down my crack teasing my now wet pussy lips and my tight asshole entrance. Suddenly he stopped teasing me and I felt the tick head of his piece directly on my rear hole.I asked him if his intention was fucking me in the ass with such huge anaconda and he said I was right: he wanted to sodomize me, since he had ever been an “assman”….He spat down and his warm saliva hit around my tiny rosebud.He then began working my asshole with the head of his. She kissed the server with small, sensual kisses as her hand made its way to her amazing breasts that she had pointed out earlier. During a game of truth or dare, she had mentioned that she once thought about feeling up another woman. She was making good use of this opportunity.She squeezed and groped as their faces remained close. Their tongues would occasionally touch as the server began pulling at her skirt. Her husband joined after watching, momentarily in awe of his bride working to. "Ohh, fuck yes, baby. Ohhhhhhh. Fuck my ass. This is, aiiiieeennh, so dirty."Shelly's pussy was gripping his shaft tightly, throbbing. Scott knew he wasn't going to be able to hold off for long."Ohhhhhh, ohhhhhhhh, unngh."Scott started to move his dick in and out, alternating the strokes his finger made, feeling the hum of the vibrator buzzing away at Shelly's clit.Whirrrr, whirrrrrrr, wizzz, whirrrr."Oh fuck, Scotty. Mmmmmnnnnhh."Then Scott felt the vibrator. Shelly was holding it tight to the.