Mike quickly spun Angela around and with one giant move he pulled down Angela’s pants. Mike pushed her forward, forcing her hands on the kitchen c...unter. Her thong stretched tightly between her firm ass as Mike bent her over. Mike then pulled out his ten inch rod and rubbed the tip against her. He slid her thong to one side and pushed his large rod inside her. Angela’s mouth opened, her eyes closed and she pressed against him. At first he only slid half of his rod inside, but soon. His breathing was almost a vocalization. "Where else?" I asked in a low voice. He hesitated. Then, slowly, he rubbed honey on his hairless chest and over his nipples. His ears were bright red. I didn't make him wait. I crawled off of his lap, separated his knees, and knelt in front of him. I laved his the sticky trail off of his chest with a flat, full tongue, cleaning first one nipple, then the other. Then I sucked on each in turn. There was a tiny drip of honey on his sternum, inches lower on. They knew I would immediately see them. Surely this was just some spin off of Mel's need for an audience. Now I wonder if I was just an audience for their lesbian affair the whole time. Maybe I was Mel's only way of justifying her lust for women with her religion. As much has I suspected, even then, that I was but a pawn in their relationship, I couldn't bare to get myself out of the unity. This was mostly on account of Allie. I knew better than she that Mel was using both of us for her own. I was so ready by now, I knew I was ready to receive him easily, I could tell that my juices had me primed and eager for the next step.He pressed the head of his cock, still wet and slippery from his wife's juices and his cum, right up to my slit and I watched his cock's head separate my labia as it slid between them on it's way inside me.It was big, at least it felt big. But it did go in, then he began the ages-old cycling back and forth, pulling it almost out, then pushing back in. Oh, it was.