For Dave, he gets really turned on just watching me getting voyeured, so it's quite a mutual thing which always ends us having the most amazing sex. T...e mood was well set as we made our way back to our bungalow stopping at frequent intervals to kiss and caress each other's bodies.Kim was idling at his station as we arrived, then promptly continued his well-rehearsed preparations for our bedtime. As soon as he left, we were again in each other's arms as my husband’s hands began to rise up inside. .." Yes... yes," he managed to reply. One of his legs fell snugly between her open thighs, and she rubbed her soft hair- protected loins against him in perfect harmony. He kissed her again, his mouth dry with barbaric thirstiness, and she raised her thigh to press his exposed crotch. His cock seeped with lubricity from her touch, its tip being massaged by the light brush of her warm smooth skin. It jerked, jumping as though it was ready to spew its seminal fluid already. Once more he ran his. Oh, shit. Eat it. Eat that pussy. Oh, fucking eat that pussy." I gazed into that pink flesh and munched on it. Cynthia felt a little teeth but she was all hot and bothered and giggling at the same time not worried the least. "Oh, shit", she continued, "Oh, I missed that tongue. Fucking missed it. Oh, it feels so good. Oh, it feels so good in my. “Not quite Dukes of Hazzard,” I grumbled as I dropped into my seat, rubbing my arm. “Your hood is too dirty.”I’m not sure she even heard me through all the tittering. “That was some splat!” she managed between desperate breaths.“Yeah, yeah. Matt the Splat, that’s me.”“Oh my god, Matt the Splat!” she wailed, on the verge of suffocating now. “That’s the funniest name ever!”I swear she laughed the whole way home.She didn’t laugh the whole way home, though, since we didn’t go home.“Um, where are we.