Trevor did as he was told, starting to move his hips up and down grinding his cock into his wife’s pussy. He couldn’t remember the last time they ...ad middle of the night sex and he didn’t question it. He was just happy to be fucking.Donna was riding Trevor hard with her tits bounce in his face as they fucked. Her pussy clamped down hard on Trevor’s cock as she shuttered with a big orgasm. Trevor wasn’t far behind letting loose with a steam of cum into her pussy.Donna kissed her husband and slid. She got up, carrying her bottle of beer as she went. In seconds, somebody took her table. Now or never, she told herself. You can do this. You can go hit on that guy, ask him for his number, get him chatting. You can do this. Just don’t think about Bobby.She stopped by his table and he looked up, smiled appreciatively, a lazy male grin. “Mind if I join you?” she asked. He motioned to the other side and she slid into it carefully not to let him see under her dress – yet. She drowned the last of. Adamreally didn't know what to make of it, nor did he understand why he wasdoing what he was. Adam - without realizing it - was beginning to takesmall steps forward watching his friend play with, rub and stroke hispenis. Closer and closer he was getting....until a snap of a branch hestepped on broke the mesmerizing trance he was in, as well startled Kevinwho had opened his eyes and sat up quickly. "Hey Adam! Don't be scared, come over here," said Kevin. Adam hesitated a moment and then slowly. "Close the door,girl," the Abbot said,and come over here".Orla closed the door and walked over to where the Abbot was sitting. She had never been this close to a monk before and first thing to enter her dirty little mind was,' what does he were under his habit,bet he wears nothing',The Abbot was sitting on an ornate,straight backed chair. He was wear a long black woolen habit with a thick,long black strap around his waist,he wore a scapular and cowl. On his feet he wore thick woolen socks and.