The guy on my right is also doing his business. He has a smooth cut cock of excellent length and thickness. I look over at him purposely and then look...up into his face. He’s about thirty, dressed in casual clothes. He does not return my look. He too just looks down at himself peeing. When they are done, they both finish up and leave. Later I am out in the mall on the upper floor, standing at the railing looking down at the lower floor. There is a guy older than me and about 10 yards further. “Well, you could divorce your old man for real you know!”“Stop it Peter. You know I love my husband.”“You love his little dick.” Peter chuckled. “Stop it. Keith can’t help it.” Michelle sighed. “He tried so many ways to please me.”“Yeah….You’re a born HotWife. You love getting this big black dick in you.”Michelle punched him in the ribs. “It’s all your fucking fault you know. I honestly came to work for you because I needed a job and you had to find a way to get into my pants.”Peter laughed.. As Dorie Lou steadily entered her nirvana, she failed to notice hermother also squeezing her soft slender thighs together as she alsoentered that same feminine door to womanly paradise. Simone however,noticed it but she was unable to bring her other hand to assist. MrsBenson had to be content with achieving her own pinnacle of delight. Evenso, the two real females still somehow reached their orgasms in almostperfect synchrony as they let out passionate whimperings of delight. Fora short while,. Ich starrte sie an . Und berührte mich . Fast schon glücklich darüber . Meine Klit war am Glühen . Meine Schamlippen nass und geschwollen . Meine Finger wussten was sie taten . Ich schloss meine Augen und streichelte mich vor fremden Augen selbst . Ich stöhnte und ließ mich fallen . Es war herrlich . Kurz bevor ich über meine persönliche Klippe kam öffnete ich die Augen . Die Frau kniete vor Weinberg und lutschte seinen Schwanz . Sie sah mich dabei direkt an . Ich keuchte , sah wie sie ihn mit.