Michael watched them fuck as he sat back and jerked his cock. The taste of sweat and pussy was fresh in his mouth and the rich scent of her arousal wa...ted from his face. He felt ravenous and his climax built quickly. His chest heaved and his hand slowed as he edged himself while another climax washed over his wife. She was usually multi-orgasmic but she had cum much faster and harder than she did with him. That bothered him a little but more so it excited him a lot."I'm getting close," Tyrone. The airport brought some busses and took us out a side door to the baggage claim, so I had to wait until I was home to finish this. Jon and I had a memorable meal, first came a delightful salad. All the vegetables were the baby kind. The dressing was thin and clear, with a flavor similar to Italian but not quite. I even mentioned it to Jon, he told me what they called it but I still can’t pronounce it, let alone spell it! Then came Prime Rib, they take a rare center cut and charbroil it, it was. When this line of thought arises, it pushes all practical concerns from my mind, and shortly thereafter, I usually end up shoving my nine-and-a-half-inch prick once more up into her abused little hole.Perhaps I should start at the beginning.Really the beginning.I come from the working poor of this country. My father worked as a janitor all his life, up until he died at fifty-five. My mother cleaned people's homes. They both had one goal — to get me and my two sisters out of that dead end life,. It had stopped in front of a downtown jazz club, and the sign on the marquee said that it was swing night. They stepped inside, and were immediately blasted with a live 14-piece swing band playing swing tunes from the 1940's and 50's. Karen squeezed closer to Charles as they made their way through the crowded club, finally finding a vacant table about two-thirds of the way back.Karen looked at Charles and said, "Dancing? This is a first for us. Do you dance?"Charles shook his head. "No, it was.