She moved as if aboard a bucking bronco, left strokes, right strokes, up and down with a twist. We were both covered in sweat with our exertions. 'O... baby, oh daddy, sweet pappi,'her litany started low, and slow, then increased as her movements did. I felt it too, the need to stop the explosion, the need, growing, with each stroke. I'm telling you folks, if Old Faithful, ever erupted like this....Sweet, Georgia Brown. We both lay in a heap, both sucking air trying to savor the afterglow. . “Kneel by the bed so you have the perfect view of your husband's cock going into my tight pussy,” the blonde demands.Her husband doesn’t say anything, only pushes himself deep inside her once she has finished giving instructions. The blonde let out an animalistic moan as he goes balls deep into her. He starts to fuck her with slow, hard thrusts.The women her husband normally takes in this way have never been like this, demanding and a little mean to her. He hasn’t said anything, but she’s sure. I would say the customary good morning and smile, I would watch them walk away always with a saucy shake of their asses. I am a 55year old Blackman, still in pretty good shape and very horny most of the time. I love sexy blond white woman. I use to think, damn I would fuck either one of them, especially the mother. The mother seemed to be in her early forties, nice and thick with big breast and sexy exotic eyes. The daughter was a scaled down version of her mother, not as thick but with a nice. “Please don’t fire me” I beg, she then gets a naughty grin on her face as I say this. “Fine I won’t fire you but you’ll have to do something for me.” “What’s that” I ask nervously, as I start to feel a lump In my throat. “Well you know I’ve always had a little crush on you, and well your going to let me fuck your brains out.”“Please anything but that” I beg. “Either that or you get fired,” she replied as she started to unbutton her blouse. “Okay fine if it means I get to keep my job” I say.