“OMG OMG OMG OMG!” I said inside my head as I walked down the hallway. I couldn't fucking believe it. Holy shit—Mr Ferguson will be living next ...o me? WHAT? I heard a door shut from the opened window in my living room. I walked over to it and looked out; lo and behold, I saw Mr Ferguson getting boxes out of his car. I had to think of an excuse to go outside. I ran to the kitchen and grabbed my dog Mocha. I grabbed the leash by the coat rack, attached it to Mocha’s collar and headed for the. Tyrones cock had poped out of my wifes pussy and i cleaned it with my touge while i got all that cum out of her twiching box. every one cleaned up but i was made to stay put . everyone left and my wife came over to me and rolled me over on my back and said . put your leggs in the air for me . as i did she grabbed one ankle and pulled it till it almost touched my face and tied it in place , same with the other one . my ass , balls , cock and face looking at the ceiling . she stood over. “Well, unless you want a hickey somewhere else, you’ll have to remove the neck part of your top.”Nikia smiled up at me. Without a word, she reached up, gripped the collar with both hands, and pulled it up and over her head. She flung her hair back and dropped her hands, still holding the collar. The motion pulled the top of her dress down, exposing her big, round boobs and hard, pink nipples.I had never intended for her to be topless, but she was, and she sat up with her back straight and her. He slid in between the moist folds with ease as if it were made for him and he took her deeper needing to feel the depth of her, the soul of her femininity, wanting to know her as if it were the first time for both. Sliding in and out, the desire she had for him evident and without a word spoken between them he rolled her to her back to watch her face as he pushed inside of her. Her back arched as he penetrated over and over again and again, diving into her pool of no return. She raked her.