And George didn't like physicalconfrontation. As if summoned by Angus's words, the semi-circle ofpeople behind George advanced a step or two forward,...and George, lookinground as if for support, must have realised that the sympathies of thecrowd were not with him.He stared at us belligerently for a few seconds and then turned on hisheel. "Come on guys," he said, "let's go somewhere else, somewherewhere we're not surrounded by dickheads."He stalked towards the door, and Jake, the closest of his. I want your husband to see your face as we fuck,” and turned her around, pulling her down on his manhood. For a short guy, he was amazingly well hung, long and thick. I couldn’t take my eyes off them as his head wedged itself inside Syd, slowly disappearing as she impaled herself. “Oh God! It’s sooo big!” she cried. Terry had an evil grin on his face as he sunk into my wife, his hands gripping both breasts, squeezing and plucking. You would think that I would be jealous of the scene unfolding. “Yes ... No...” Trisha sighed, smiled, and then started again. “Doyle’s wife Shannon was a fitness freak. She loved the gym and everything to do with it. Until Doyle was killed, she did fitness competitions quite often. Doyle would always be in the front rows and Shannon would be posing for no one else but him when she was up on stage. She never looked at anyone else but him. The judges, the fans, the other people watching, there was only Doyle in the audience. She never cared about winning, it. I wanted to cum in someone mouth, but my wife always told me no. Then one night I wanted a blow job and at first she was reluctantly sucking me off. Then she got into it some and I said, "I want to cum in your mouth." "No, that's gross." she said. "I don't have to blow my whole wad but you can finish me off like that." I said. "No." "Why not, I sucked Glen off this past Sunday, and I loved it why don't you give it a try." "You what?" my wife asked. "We were watching the game and I sucked.