Guys dont worry mene apna gown pehan liya tha ab me room ke andar entry ki mene room ki keys suresh ko de di thi taki samantha or kevon ko koi problem...na ho me andar pahuchi to dekha samantha or kevon apne apne underwear me the or beer ki bottle unke hatho me thi mene sorry kaha but they said no dont ab mene unhe raj se milaya samantha use dekh kai excited ho gai or boli now honey you are mine come to me and show me what you got or samantha ne uska lund bahar nikala or chusne lag gai oh guys. The husband, Steven, was in a sort of fog thinking about business matters and he showed no interest in looking at his wife's beautiful backside in the deep rich blue evening gown. It was such a waste of good pussy that I almost grabbed the wife's arm and dragged her upstairs to a bed for a good pounding. I knew she was in need of one from the way she kept looking at my crotch with those eyes that revealed the depth of her desire.Leslie was looking at me with those eyes that flashed an entirely. I was swelling and throbbing and she was pawing my Cock through my jeans to the beat! With each beat of the drum her titts heaved more, cleavage pressing out, calling everyone's attention. The drum banged harder and harder till my Cock was crushed in my pants throbbing leaking slightly. She pulled her hand away and slid it in her pants caressing her now swollen clit. She pulled her hand free and wiped her juices on my face and lips and immediately shot down and squeezed my engorged head through. Kara smirked, “His eyes did look like they might pop out of his head.”“Well of course!” Jessica laughed. “You could be a super-model, Kara!”“Jess, you have nothing to be ashamed about,” I said. “Besides, her breasts are too big!”Kara shrieked in mock outrage and tackled me onto the bed. She shrugged off her robe and shoved an erect nipple into my mouth.“Too big? Too big?” she shrieked again. “Jess, get the bag of toys. Our husband needs to be taught some manners!”“I agree!” Jessica said,.