We took towel and washed dripping juice from each other's dripping pussies.We hugged each other tightly and were taking some rest before starting anot...er fucking game between us.My hand swept across her young boobs, touching so lightly the rounded swell of her boobs. I felt the soft tender skin just above the plunging neckline, my hands sweeping over them, stroking, caressing the supple beauty only a few millimeters from me now, was she. Her face continued to blush, to grow like a ravaging. I put my hand on your head and push on it, making sure my cock reaches deeper than it can get. You choke on it, your eyes roll over and tears roll down from them but still I keep pushing on your head till I pull it off by your hair, letting you breath, just before I push it back on my cock, making you lick my balls WHILE my cock is in your mouth! You are fucking good at sucking cocks, like a good little fucking slut! Mr has been enjoying that scene for a while now with a smile of satisfaction. " We don't serve no beer," the waitress said.LT looked at her coldly. "Sure, you got beer. You go back in the kitchen and tell whoever runs this place that LT Moore and his right-hand-man are out front and they want a couple bottles of Dixie. Tell him that, and see what happens. And if he ain't heard of LT Moore, tell him to call Sheriff Berkey and ask about me." Okay," the waitress said sulkily as she walked away, "but I know we ain't got no beer." Jesus H. Fuckin' Christ," LT sighed. "It's. As much as my emotional state was all over the place, I was massively aroused. I've never sported a harder, stronger erection in my entire life. Undeniably I was addicted to my wife being fucked by other men. I wanted to call her and tell her everything was OK and that I approved of the situation as long as it was me she loved she could fuck whoever she wanted whenever she wanted.My laptop vibrated as I was trying to collect my thoughts. The Skype window opened and there in front of me was.