Lifting up onto his knees Jonny ordered me onto my stomach. His big hands first gripped onto my butt cheeks, before lifting and smacking my backside. ...everal thwacks and grasps followed before he got off the bed. Moving to where he had left his trousers he placed a hand in one of the pockets, removing what looked like a yellow rubber tube of sorts.Returning to the bed he stood looking at me with a naughty smile on his face, dangling the tube before me. “Meet a friend of mine. His name is Mr.. But I wanted more. I moved down over her tummy and over her now clean shaved pubic area.I kissed it and moved a bit further down. There it was. My mother's vagina, her juices, her taste.I craved it. I knew how much she wanted my tongue inside her, but just as with her breasts,I teased her an licked her clit. She shivered and juices flowed.I nibbled it, I licked it, I did whatever I could with my mouth and tongue.She moaned, she panted and shook. Sweat dripped down her inner thighs, juices. “Sure,” replied De as she slipped into Hanna’s arms. They rubbed their nipples against each other until each set were hard as rocks. When the radio played a slow rock song, Hanna slipped her hands between them and gently started unbuttoning De’s dress. It wasn’t long before De kicked it off completely along with her shoes. My wife un-tucked Hanna’s blouse and slipped it off over the tall brunette’s head. Her nipples were dark and huge, quite a contrast to De’s. My wife. I wore her out.” Dontrell chuckled and waited. Seconds later, he saw Frank walk out and sit beside him on the tailgate.“Sorry about hiding,” Frank started, “Annie was concerned and asked me to stay…”Dontrell was laughing still because he knew Frank was lying badly. He bet that Frank had enjoyed watching. He suspected Frank was watching him more than his wife by the way he had walked out so quickly. The bulge in Frank’s pants did not go unnoticed either. “Come on, man, you don’t need to lie to.