Jeni wasn't wearing anything either, although she wasn't showing any signs of it bothering her. Her full breasts bobbed slightly as she ran her finger... quickly through her hair. "Come on -- aren't you the one who said you didn't want to be late?" She turned towards the exercise room.It was impossible to understand how it could be happening, but Grace wasn't entirely sure this wasn't some elaborate prank Jeni was playing. "Just a minute; I need to, um..." She couldn't say, "get some clothes. She wanted it. She hadto have it. ‘Please, ‘ she gasped, ‘Please, Deirdre,please. Fuck me with your gorilla prick.’Deirdre ran her hand up Madeleine’s legs collectingthe thick, juices running freely from Madeleine’scunt. She rubbed the juices and some cream over thetip of the huge penis. She lifted Madeleine onto thedesk, pulling up and opening out her legs. ‘Nowrelax,’ she said, ‘you can take it. I have.’. The cock rested, throbbing. Finally, they both got out, kissed again, and my wife rejoined me in our car with a look of complete sexual fulfillment on her face. As the truck passed, the driver waved to both of us.I sat in our car, looking out the front window, and collecting my thoughts. Fantasizing my wife making love to another man was one thing. Knowing that it had just happened was something I needed to think about. "Are you angry at me?" my wife asked."Flashing truck drivers was my idea," I said. "I should have known. Dawn had a surprisingly tight pussy. It was apparent she hadn’t had much loving lately, and her pussy hadn’t seem much action. Slowly at first, she began riding up and down my cock. I reached up and took a tit in each hand and kneaded them roughly. When I firmly pinched both nipples at the same time, Dawn slammed down on my cock, driving it deeply into her hungry cunt. She then rode my cock hard and fast. With a gasping voice, she hissed, "I’m cuming, again." "Me too, baby." I replied. I.