Once the husband had finished filling up his wife with cum, he had pushed my face into her pussy. Mistress delighted in the scene and in the heat of t...e moment I did enjoy it too, but it was not something I wanted to repeat.Suddenly the guy in the silver suit appeared again - now minus his jacket and a few shirt buttons – and Larissa called out to him. “Pieter, Ek het ‘n baie honger katije hier.”It sounded like crystal bells on her tongue, even if I didn’t understand any of it. I only knew that. Would you mind if I told you a little?’ She couldn’t believe that she wanted to tell this stranger her problems. Why did she feel as if she had known him forever although she knew nothing at all? He said softly, ‘I would be honoured with as much or as little as you want to tell me.’ What a turn of phrase this man had, making her feel totally comfortable. ‘I’ve just been dumped by my boyfriend. I came to the party to cheer myself up, but it just made me more depressed.’ She felt safe talking. I tried to force it to be rational, but nothing happened. I just lay there in stupor. The first thing I realized was that it was not my bed. It was far too large, soft, and smelled too good to be mine.Then I got this feeling that I wasn't alone. Maybe it was the odd perfume, or after shave, it was hard to tell the difference, that gave it away. Maybe it's the breathing that wasn't coming from me, or maybe it was the feel of skin pressed against my naked ass. That Sunday morning it was. He was using her body to get himself off, and it was absolutely wonderful. Having just started her orgasm when he began his pounding, she was kept at a very high level of stimulation by his motions and by the sheer eroticism of their union.Ryan was now grunting unashamedly with each upward thrust, his ass hardly touching the bed as he put all of his leg and back muscles into the motion. She was on top, but there was no doubt in either of their minds that he was taking her forcefully. If she.