It was more an order than a request. I did as he said and stood over them still wanking on my dick. 'Kneel down and watch me shag your wife.' As I kne...t beside them, he raised himself up so that I could see his cock going in and out of Helen. He had one arm supporting himself on the back of the couch and with his free hand he reached out and pulled my head down onto Helen's stomach. My head was being squashed between their two bellies as he thrust in and out of my wife. He started to moan and I. Or even better... part them with his cock that ached for her so badly.He thought of Marie upstairs and felt nothing. Nothing as close as to what her beloved daughter made him feel. Jen could turn Pete into an animal and she did, often. A broken animal who wanted so much to capture his prey but never could. It drove him wild.Pete walked back into the living room and once again wandered over to the sofa to look at Jen one last time before bed.Pete could see that she had been reading before she. Standing there naked, her pussy practically bubbled with wetness.Get on your back on the bed and bring your ass to the edge.Yes, mistress.Now pull those skinny wet legs up to your chest. I like full access.Yes, mistress.Lisa was so turned on she thought she would cum with just one touch to her clit.On her knees Lydia slapped Lisa’s thighs wide open so they were fully extended. Lisa moaned. Then Lydia bent her head and licked slowly with long broad strokes from anus to clit one time only.Lisa. ‘I am right on the edge waiting for you.’ ‘Then I’m not pleasing you like I should. I can’t stop, I’m there now. I stiffened and squirted my load deep inside her. She held me tight and trembled. She didn’t make a sound. She didn’t really cum. I could no longer satisfy her. I looked at her and cried, ‘I’m so sorry. What did I do wrong. You have to help me. ‘What are you talking about?’ ‘About you faking an orgasm. I hate that. If I am not able to please you never fake it. Please. I understand.