We had never had an argument about that night at the Christmas Party. That was what that was. I had never been able to express my anger about that and...it all came back and I vented out that anger that day. I’m sorry.’ She looked down. ‘I deserved it.’ I put my hand under her chin and pulled her face up. In the dim bedroom lamp it looked so soft, appealing, and beautiful. ‘No, you didn’t. I think there’s a statute of limitations on something like that. If I wasn’t willing to have that argument 7. Meanwhile, the guy in her pussy is really hammering away. With a loud grunt, he pumped his load deep into my wife's pussy. He took out his spent cock, then walked up the bed and wiped it clean on Suzanne's face.The next guy flipped my white trash wife over, and had her sit on his cock. Then, another guy, who has been watching the action, put some K-J Jelly on his cock, and Suzanne's asshole. I was about to faint. I couldn't believe that my prudish wife was actually letting people to fuck her in. He groans the entire way, loving the mix of the steam, to the cold. I give him all he wants, working him deeply. I can feel my mouth growing warm far too quickly. I take my drink, sliding the straw into my mouth, letting it sit against his shaft, I sip. The liquid hitting both my mouth and his cock, I can feel him physically shaking. I don’t swallow though, I start sucking him with the cold liquid in my mouth, letting it tease him. I force myself to take every last inch of his cock, he moans. The handle hit with a donk on the TV screen and landed the floor. “Bitch.” Cale uttered. “What did you just say, little boy?” Rachel asked, now attempting to openly slap her brother across the face past his arms. Eventually she gave up and moved her legs into a position where she could push him completely off the couch and onto the floor with her feet. She sat on him again, but closer to his shoulders so his arms would be incapacitated. “Am I gonna have to wash your dirty little mouth.