We had a number of wild goose chases with flakey people not showing up, or stringing us along, but after quite a bit of searching, we ended up finding...a woman in her mid 40's, thin body, completely natural, hippie/earthy style, long wavy light brown hair, no makeup, cargo style outdoor pants, fleece jacket, hiking boots. She met us at a Howard Johnson hotel across town. She was nice and friendly, and we all talked for awhile to get comfortable with each other. The hippie woman (as i'll refer to. It felt amazing, even better than I thought about when I masturbated thinking of him. I always thought about him ramming me hard, really hard, like in the porno movies."Yeah I like that John. Ram me please, do it hard," I said.Then he did start ramming me rather hard, and I couldn't help but moan rather loudly."Oh shit John. That feels so damn good, please keep going like that, don't stop," I said.He laid a few more kisses on me. On my face and head. Then he leaned down some and started licking. I opened my mouth wide. His cock going into my mouth. I can taste the sweat off his dick. Sucking and using my mouth muscles I did my best to give him oral. Leanne was playing with herself watching us. It was hot seeing my girlfriend simply watch us. Monitoring us to see how we were doing. He begin to push his dick deeper in my mouth in order to make me gag. I could feel his dick going down my throat. I choked on his cock. He pulled out with slobber on my face. He slapped me with his dick and. Her grinding on his mouth and tongue intensified as she reached each peak. I lost track of time, mesmerized by the lovemaking I was witnessing. I know it was at least four R&B tunes because each seemed to change the rhythm of Brett's sucking, kissing and licking of my wife's pussy. Brett rose up after several orgasms bringing his knees to the box spring ledge. This placed his cock at the entrance to my wife’s pussy. Brett slid it in to test the position's comfort. He then pulled out, raised his.