My wife screamed, over and over again, "Oh my god! Oh my god! That feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck Me!" He kept it up until my wife seemed to start tensi...g up and she screamed, "I'm cummmming! Fuck, I'm cumming!"For the first time I saw her squirt as she came. She squirted so much that it looked almost like she was peeing. He enjoyed it saying, "That's it baby, you like the big black cock hammering you!" And he kept pounding away and she kept screaming, "I'm cummmming! Fuck, I'm cumming!" And. It’s the only reason we’re on this planet that I can see and we can’t watch? It makes no sense to me. She should be watched. And the more she’s watched the better she performs. She can’t cum by any other hand than her own so all of this is theatre. She’ll let him go anywhere he wants if it doesn’t hurt. If he’s slow taking the lead she’ll do that too. She can go places she’d never go alone knowing I’ve got her back if things get messy.The second last part is the hardest. It’s a vulnerable. She stood and the feeling of the plug in her was very very uncomfortable. She straightened her skirt, what little there was of it, and opened the stall door. She washed her hands and fixed her make-up as best she could since she had not been permitted to bring her purse with her and walked back to the table carrying the tube of lubricant. Each step reminded her that her ass was filled with what felt like a 2 x 4."You were gone a long time. Have any problems filling that virgin ass hole Mrs.. Her body was all soft curves, a valley of promised femininity that he wanted to explore at leisure. She even had pretty feet, small and neat, her toenails painted bright pink, with little white polka dots to add to the youthfulness of her appearance. “Hi,” he said after a few seconds of unabashed staring, feeling like an idiot when his voice cracked. Dammit, he was not an inexperienced teenager trying to ask the head cheerleader on a date. He was a grown man, one who had been with more women.