I knew he was getting close, so I clutched him even tighter, enjoying every second I could. I hated that I was right, because he suddenly released me...and yanked his dick out. It was already too late…I could see the cum shooting out of the end of his cock. I almost laughed at the expression on his face – it was a mix of embarrassment and horror. I watched as he shot the rest of his load all over my crotch, unable to contain it or shoot it anywhere else. I could feel the hot cum dripping down my. "Hi Jack," she said, her soft continental purr already sending shivers down my spine, "How are you?" "I'm fine thanks Mrs. Woodcock," I replied, trying to think of a way to get away as fast as possible without being impolite. "You can call me Chantelle now, Jack," she smiled. She began asking me how uni was, and I found her surprisingly easy to talk to, until we must have been chatting for about ten minutes. "Oh merde! Sorry, I just remembered my parking ticket's going to run out in five. 00 Nassau, or we can all play from the red."If we all play from the red, you'll still give Kenny the eight a side?" Yes. For how much?" One hundred dollar Nassau for each of us. No presses though."Mr. Parsons stuck out his hand and they shook on it. It was all in good humor, or it seemed that way to me at the time. By the time we all got finished playing that afternoon, I felt like I'd been put through an emotional wringer. It wasn't the money either, it was the high level of concentration and. I could see how wet she was as the waitress kept rubbing the cook’s hard shaft around her rear entrance.Anita suddenly whimpered and she begged him to fuck her.The cook laughed and he took hold of his cock, pushing the first inch into my wife’s tight asshole. He withdrew slowly and repeated this several times, always increasing the depth a little each time.I saw Anita catching her breath in anticipation of the next thrust until she had taken at least seven inches of that black dick inside…Her.