It was a night I wanted to fuck Gemma with animal abandon, pumping my seed deep into her as a way of claiming her for myself.So instead of slowing or ...witching to tender love-making, I pulled her closer and pounded even faster and harder. Part of me wishing I could go deeper, a picture of her and Daryl in my mind, but in some strange way contented at what I could give her as this seemed more than enough. I knew I was only seconds away, with the volume and rawness of Gemma’s own cries telling me. I thought for a few moments “Why not? it sounds fun” I said, “Good” replied Wilma “it’s set for the 21st you need to be there at 4pm so I will pick you up at 3pm, I said you would not miss the chance of a petite 22 year old” and so that was that all arranged, Sure enough exactly at 3pm on the 21st Wilma rolled up in her car and I jumped in she handed me a package that contained a pair of new crisp white cotton boxer shorts and a small bottle of Cacharel after shave “that’s all she wants you. His skin was lightly tanned and his stomach firm. His hand grasped his fully swollen member as he stroked it in front of Gail. She smiled approvingly. “What are you waiting for Big Boy?” Her hands slowly caressing her exposed breasts and wetting her lips. Stroking his massive cock as he had done many times before at the sounds of her moans through the wall, he remembered how badly he wanted to push deep inside her wanton, tight wet pussy with all he had. Gail’s passion grew as she began to. “Put two fingers in your pussy for him.” I demanded. Yes dear was the response.Then I asked her to do something I figured she would not. “Motion for him to come and sit at your table.” There was a long silence. “He is coming over and is about to sit by me.” Then she surprised me by turning the tables and taking control of the conversation. “Do you want him to put his hand on my pussy?” I said yes dear. “Ok, I will let him rub my pussy.” Then she text that she was placing her hand on.