His form extinguished by the hood of my car raging into him outside of his jock club, the mma fighting club where I'd first gotten homoerotic thoughts...about him. I held it back and back and back... until one day, I thrust my index finger into my rectum and imagined myself dominated by all those who had flaunted their large male members. Even then, though, my killing thoughts lingered. I swore when I went off to college I would come back and kill him in the evening hours, my trusty green car. I told him that they accidentally got erased. In reality I still have them on several discs stored away properly and look at them occasionally. Anyway Janet and my wife undressed very sexily, danced around some, and posed for about fifty pictures before Janet mentioned making out like they did as teenagers. The next thing I knew they were making out in front of their husbands. We watched them kiss, nibble on each other’s nipples, and then eat each other’s pussies for us. They didn’t even seem. She didn’t even utter a single word all this time.She slowly rubbed the area where I said it was hurting. I said below that. She was confused as she is already at the entry point of my track pant. She didn’t know how to respond. I lowered my track pant a bit until the start of my tool. She started to realize what was about to happen but she couldn’t do anything.I placed my hand on her hand and moved it further down until her pinky finger touched the starting area of my tool. Her breathing got. John was watching and stroking his cock. I knew what he wanted so I nodded at him. He moved up behind Mrs D and pushed his cock into her. Her eyes went wide and she stopped sucking for a minute. She looked over to see John grinning but then she went right back to my cock. After another ten minutes of this I could see John was getting close. He was pounding Mrs D pretty hard. He grabbed her hips and started to fill her cunt. This cause a chain reaction as she came yet again. All of this was too.