” I looked at him then and at the door to our room. “Maybe I should leave,” I said. Father Daniel and James looked at each other. James said... “Maybe you should leave but first have a look at things.”That said, Father James lifted his dark robe. He was fully erect. All of him and when I say ‘all’ of him there was a great deal in the word ‘all’ as far as James was concerned. He was huge and stiff, flexing and already dripping. “My congregants are mostly elderly,” he said, “and when Danny. She sometimes wears cotton thongs, which gives me a great opportunity to smell and lick her juices from her panties. I think part of the panty fetish is that my sex drive is stronger then hers. Since she has not shown an interest in my fetishes, I have gone to the web and regularly check out cuckold websites. I have decided, after reading the content, I am a cuckold waiting to happen. Recently, I've been talking to a buddy of mine who has expressed how he would like to sniff my wife's panties. We all agreed.Once we got to the room it seemed everyone was a bit nervouse, so I walked up behind Mary and started kissing her neck and slowly unbuttoning her shirt. I lightly pushed her toward Steve and stepped back. I watched them start to kiss and grind each other and I knew this was something I was into. Seeing your wife kissing another guy isn't something you are supposed to like, but I loved it and loved it even more when she reached down and grabbed his cock through his pants. After a. He started pumping her his full length. Pulling out, and sliding back in. Megan reached back and took hold of the rungs on her headboard as she cried out. He started pumping her harder and faster. Slamming into her as hard as he could she lifted her hips up to meet his with each thrust. “Mmmmmmm, that is soooooo good!” cried Megan. Nick didn’t have the breath to say anything. He just kept thrusting. All of a sudden he stopped. “What happened? Why are you stopping?” cried Megan. Nick.