Cheryl was eager for anything to be pushed inside her; she was so close to an orgasm she didn't care who or what went into her just as long as it was ...ard and went deep.Cheryl's legs pulled back and she raised her bum off the bed as she felt the tip of Greg's cock push past her wet lips, she was so wet it didn't take much for the whole shaft to penetrate all the way inside her body, Cheryl's mouth dropping open with a loud lusty moan and gasp for air, her face shining with sweat as her hair. Claire’s brown eyes seemed to sparkle at John, and he instantly felt a stir in his trousers. Secretly, John hoped that Claire would lose the grip on the hem of her dress and that it would blow into the air. What did she have on underneath? John’s mind was whirling and without thinking he blurted out, “Hey Claire, lift your dress a little higher for me.” Instantly, he realised what he had just said and visibly gulped. He could now be looking at a sexual harassment case, the sack, his wife. An hour later she called me back and asked if she could do both of them and I told her "Hell yes!" and that she should call me and have her cell by the bed when she did it. She never called back! Last night she was home when I got home from work and I asked her what happened and she said "nothing." She said she got to thinking about it and decided that I still had to be the one to go first. If I would have had a gun I probably would have shot her. If I have to be the one to do it first then it. When Marge’s orgasm hit her pussy went into spasms and it was all I could do to fight off dumping my load. This orgasm was twice as hard as her first. The amount of liquid that flowed from her pussy soaked my cock and balls, as well as the seat of the couch. In order to hold off my own orgasm I had stopped thrust and held her hips and ass tight to my crotch. Even my feet were now covered with her pussy juice. Marge was no longer yelling or moaning. Now she was purring as if she were a cat and I.