Jane soaped up her finger and pushed it into my ass hole. I lost control and started moving my ass around like someone inviting a good fuck."You know ...our thirtieth birthday is coming up next week," Jane said. "I got a birthday present for you and thought you might like to know what you are getting."Jane stroked my cock and finger fucked my ass as she talked to me. "I have decided you need a good ass fucking and that's what your present will be." Jane took her left hand off my cock, all the. She arched her back to meet his fondle. Lusting for morethe stranger guided her other strap down. My wife nowstood naked above the waste with her arms trapped at hersides by the dress straps. The stranger was now gropingat both her tits. Stacey’s chest heaved as she gulped forair. I was so busy watching my wife’s tits being violatedI hadn’t even noticed Stacey’s hands. I did and instantly leaked a little pre cum. My wife’ssweet little hands were all over his cock.. "Maybe later." I was disappointed, but didn't bother finishing up with my fingers like I was used to. Maybe I would find another way. I wandered through the house and into the kitchen for a drink, not bothering to put my clothes back on. An unopened bottle of pinot grigio had been calling my name since the semester had started, but I hadn't found the time to drink it. I poured a glass and checked the phone, but no call from Jack, so I wandered to the couch where my laptop was sitting, and. And while we’re at it ... I need new filters for everything. Where’s the bank?”“Which one?”“Closest.”“Two blocks east, cut through the parking lot diagonal ... West Shore Bank. They’re open for another hour.” That was from Missy Simmons. “The cart is out.”I reserved the cart ... with the cutest little trailer ... for the morning. The market opens at 6AM ... no ... really... 6AM. I intended to be there when they dropped the chain.The walk to the bank was decent ... Missy Simmons was a good guide.