Owowowohowowhowohwoh came out of Ina´s mouth, as her arse felt like it was on fire with Williams cock ramming inside it. With a final few deep thrust..., William unloaded into Ina´s colon, while breathing and groaning like he just ran a marathon. At the moment William made his last deepest stroke inside her, Ina called out a loud ooooooohhhhhhhhhhhhwwww and then continued the owowohowoh, till William stopped moving. All the bodies had stopped moving and after a good minute Ina uttered: holy crap,. He was on top. I remember her heels and toes hanging in the air as his ass flexed and he pumped away at her. "The FUCK," I said. The guy looked back over his shoulder and smiled at me. Then he saw my expression and his smile left. My wife, she looked at me, then rolled her eyes. The guy sounded concerned. "I thought you said he'd be into this." He is," she said. "He just doesn't know it yet."She'd painted her toenails. She never painted her toenails for me."The fuck," I said again, setting down. Right before my eyes I saw her go from haughty matron to a prick whipped cunt. I really liked that. The march of emotions across her face turned my dick into a diamond cutting tool. Mrs Potter was almost a stereotype of a fifty year old; salt and pepper black hair cut short and just brushed, no hairspray for that lady. At most 10 pounds overweight. The dress she had on showed a little cleavage, not enough to be sexy but enough to remind people they were dealing with a woman. There were a few. Walking helps. If you haven’t figured that one out yet, consider it your free tip of the day. It was on that walk that I encountered John. John lives in my neighborhood, a few blocks away in a home not unlike my own. He’s about my age, owns his own business and loves to work on cars. That means he spends a lot of time in his garage. He was in his garage that morning, getting in a workout. It was spring, so his garage door was open to enjoy the cool breeze. I noticed him in there, setting up his.