I looked up to see her bottom hole and huge swollen pussy that was being forced down by her large belly. What was I doing and why was I being turned ...n? Composing myself I stood up and helped her sit on the toilet. I turned away to give Dorothy some privacy….too late for that, but also to hide the bulge in my trousers. The trouble was the sound of her peeing and the moans of relief from her were making me harder. “I've finished, please help me up” I took her arm and helped her up at which. I picked it up and put to my nose, smelling my sensual wife odor and her wetness in the material.The young guy then played with his hard cock, slipping it along my wife’s crack; until he finally pushed his cockhead deep inside of her gushing cunt. As he fucked her, Ana started groaning as was the black man.After a few minutes, Anita begged Phillip to pull out and asked Tom to lay onto the floorAs both men obeyed her, Ana straddled the huge black guy’s monster cock and fed him into her waiting. I start fucking my sopping wet pussy with all I have. Slamming my fingers inside, adding a third to the mix. Fuck! The sounds of my fingers plunging in and out of my tight, wet pussy is wonderful!!You lean forward in the chair, just inches away from my cunt. "Don't stop", you tell me in an authortative voice. "Fuck your pussy harder."I quicken the pace of my fingers slamming down into my fuck box, trying to go as deep as my tight cunt will allow them to go, grunting with each thrust. I feel my. I wish I did." "No, I meant stomp them!" "Why? There are thousands more within a few dozen metres." "You're joking!" "Not at all. She wasn't threatening us." The road curved to the right."Go off onto Queen Street. It's the next turning to the right." I did. "And now the left onto 94 – Stephens Street. The Swan is on your right." It was. I parked on the side of the inn. Diana got out and shouted: "Hoo-ee!" A somewhat stout woman can out and gave her a big hug."Mum, this is Gordy. Gordy, Mum.".