She held my hair and directed it over her vagina and rubbed it in anguish over her oozing wet vagina. With both my hands I held her ass and pulled her...on to my face and lapped her flowing vagina.I inserted my finger, wet with her juices, into her anus. She raised herself more and forced my face into her. I started in-out fucking motion in her anus and she screamed, “Yenu baaki iduvu dillave?” (You aren’t going to spare anything?)With that she oozed some more, she shivered and then went stiff.. He turned and this time the face stayed visible.“Hi,” he said.“You won’t get a signal in this part of the orchard,” she said standing slowly upright. "Don't know why just don't work." She spoke slowly but in a very sexy tone. She was of slight build, her blonde hair had a loose curl and rested on her shoulders. It took Dave a moment to realise she was wearing denim dungarees, and nothing else on under the bib top. Her bare shoulders were well tanned. “Thanks, I’ve just found out!”“You. After a brief amount of time, curiosity got the better of me and I glanced over my shoulder to see who this new visitor was. It turned out to be black gentleman, somewhere in his 40's I guess, with a decent body from what I could see. He must have been watching me because as soon as I turned around to look at him, he spread his legs wider and pulled up the towel he had wrapped around his waist showing his currently flacid cock. Not needing another invitation, I turned completely around, got up. It hadn't taken him long to suss out what turned her on and it wouldn't be long before her top and bra had been discarded so he could squeeze and pinch her nipples. Her trousers or skirt and g-string soon followed leaving her in just stilettos and hold ups or stockings and suspenders – she always dressed to please. After playing with her clit and making sure she was wet, it wouldn't be long before my cute little wife was on her back legs spread wide offering herself to Gary, who’d mount her.