Since we were sitting at an open bar, he couldn't really do much, but said " I'd love to show this to you in person sometime". Thats all it took for m..., I was hooked on this guy and knew I would be sucking that cock, but just didn't know it would be so soon.I told him we should move to a table. There was a table right next to us, at the end of the bar and we both got up. I made SURE he saw my hard cock through my jeans. As he sat down, he reached over and stroked my cock and we sat down. He. They were holding her arms and legs, spread open, forcing her down onto his prick. Roys well lubricated cock prodded between her cheeks and started to inch its way into her. She could do nothing to stop it, her mouth was hanging open again, her eyes tight shut as she felt it penetrate deeper and deeper. Now my wife was lying on her back on top of Roy, her arse impaled on his cock, still wearing her dress, although it was crumpled in a ring aroung her waist, her stocking clad legs spreadeagled,. ’ George nearly coughed up his coffee. ‘How to what?’ he sputtered. ‘Hit a woman. Oh, I forgot that you were a squeamish one, a sensitive guy. Let’s call it impact play then. Happy?’ ‘I don’t hit anyone, let alone women.’ Britt rolled her eyes. ‘You’re a lover, not a fighter, right?’ George was incredulous. ‘Did you miss that day in grade school when they taught you that it’s never okay to hit? Buffing your stilettos?’ Britt moved around the table and stood in front of George with her arms. Harold was more clinical. He began his turn by examining her pussy, spreading the lips and pushing back her clitoral hood with his fingers. He dipped them into her vagina and held them to his nose, savouring the mixed scent of blood, semen, and vaginal juices. He nodded his head thoughtfully. “She’s really aroused. We may want to do her again sometime.” He rubbed his slick, oily fingers over the head of his erect penis. Then he mounted her and applied his penis to her cunt lips.I stood.