[/image]I start to hear her moan and gradually I hear his grunts. She starts to cum and is really loud so he much be reaching her spot in ways I cant....I'm pretty sure the neighbours will be able to hear her at the volume she's screaming in orgasm. My cock is rock hard and I free it from my pants as my imagination goes into overtime. I can only think of the position he has her and whether his balls are slapping against her cunt as he rams his cock into my wife. His grunts have lessened but I can. I bet they were hoping for tears, instead they got mild contempt. The first time she was standing there, 5ft 6, heart shaped face, framed by short black hair, staring down at the boy and asked him simply if he thought that her panties were too large, and if he had given her warning, she would have worn a thong. The second boy to try it, obviously not forewarned, when he found that she didn't run away or attack him, was frozen, at a loss for what to do. She inquired off him loudly if he wanted a. I then pleasured myself and released a dose of my sperm into the puddle and then spit several times into it. I told her to do the same as well and then I mixed the contents together. The smells were intoxicating to us and as I started to mark her with the concoction I felt the urges returning in my loins. I rubbed it into her hair and around her eyes. I dabbed some of it onto to her breasts and under her ears I then commanded that she drink the rest of the mixture to signify her devotion to our. I had to keep a poker face. Self control was not an option. The viscosity of pussy juices flowed freely on Jake’s finger. I had slowly exhaled. “Count each time my finger is inserted in you,” he whispered in my left ear. When he finished stroking my pussy with 233 strokes, Jake guided my left hand to my labia. There, under table and tablecloth, my clitoris was fully exposed to the air and hidden from the world. “Slowly, insert your left index finger in your cunt, five times.” Glancing.