Eric knew exactly what lay under Karen’s skirt; he should do of course, he was her husband. He had bought the black stockings she was wearing; the r...d, lacy bra and panty set as well as the black suspender belt. Eric had also sat on the edge of the bed and watched her dress; watched her drying herself after her shower; watched her spray her body with intoxicating perfume; watched her cover her private, intimate, body parts with the lingerie he had purchased before donning blouse and skirt. He. He was in great physical shape and resiliant. Adam was fucked hundreds of times before midnight. As soon as a dick pulled out, another pushed into him. There was no difference in the dicks, it was if there were only one dick who fucked him for six hours straight and coming every five minutes or so. One after another they pounded him, fucked him as hard as they could, slapped him and spit on him, called him a slut but a pretty slut, told him he was a cum slut, and a cum bucket. They told him he. But strangely as i looked up to peter for reassurance he just grinned and said nothing. I was still knelt on the floor in front of him daring not to move i began getting ready to ready to dress and run. until that is i turned to the bedroom door and saw another man standing there. A rather rough looking man in his late sixties to early seventies, to my astonishment he was already undressed and s he stood there i couldn't help but notice his long flaccid cock hanging between his thighs with a. She asked one of my associates to help her, which he did; pouring shower gel over her body, wiping it in and lathering her with prolonged swipes of his hand.The curvy woman sidled up to me and looked me in the eye. She wiggled her breasts at me and giggled.“I think I need to get this washed off,” she said, wiggling her breasts once more.I looked down at her and smiled. She was covered in thick white creamy fluid, and she didn’t come pre-prepared with her own shower gel. It was in her hair, over.