The slickness coated the end of Jean’s cock, helping it glide against her and slip between her folds. She could not help it, and let out another moa... as she continued to rub her husband’s cock against her.Her hands were shaking, and she felt things in a way that she never had before. Jean was not in control; she was. Marguerite was experimenting with feeling his cock moving against her when she accidentally brushed the tip higher than usual, at the place where the crease and folds met.. " You know you do," (my alter ego was awakening.)Resigning myself to getting this over with as quickly as possible Istarted to swallow."Ah-ah-ah..." she cajoled. "No swallowing until it's all in there."All hope abandoned, I opened my partially cum-filled mouth.She scraped the remainder up in similar fashion - three more spoonfuls,more or less - and poured it into my now gaping mouth."Good boy!" she praised in a sing-song voice, releasing the twistingpressure on my nipple, causing more pain. We sat down, Tony next to me, Rob and Steve opposite me. Talk quickly got around to sex and it was not long before the two said they were up for what ever we in store. Tony suggested that the two look under the table and they both did. I had my left hand on my pussy. I was fingering it and the two looked pleased. I said “Come on are you just going to sit there or give me a hand”? Steve wasted no time and got under the table. He wasted no time and I felt his rough unshaven cheeks rub along side. The land in Chester had unique coastline in parts it was high rock cliffs overlooking the ocean with waves crashing ashore and in parts white sandy beaches in lower flat lands with smooth beach rocks scattered around. What started as I quiet fishing village soon became the summer spot for the wealthy. The community grew into what it is today a mixture of wealth and middle class. As in most societies there were the clicks, the in-crowd, the nerds, and the unnoticed. My name is Brad Sampson and.