She grabs the towel, stands up and starts dabbing and wiping at her cunt. “Gosh, Uche, that was a lot! It’s dripping everywhere!” she giggles.In...the pocket of his discarded shorts, his mobile phone rings. He is naked and still semi-erect as he fumbles for the phone. It is Chinwe, Insanely, he answers it.“Hiya babe, you all right?” Her voice is cheerful and carefree.“Er … hi … er … yeah … I’ve … I’ve just been doing …” He can barely speak.“You OK? You sound knackered!”“Yeah, I’ve just been doing. I ask himwhat's up. Greg laughs and says me man, I would never have guessed. WhatI ask him. He says if I saw you at a bar or on the street; I would thinkhot chick or lets fuck or something; not oh my God, Tony, my straight,happy hour, cubicle buddy. We both laugh. I say, well I guess Sandy didan excellent job. He sighs, with a scary lustful sound and says, mostdefinitely. After making the rounds, more drinks and lots of questions; I tellSandy that I need some air. She is in the mean time. I was cowering in the corner as the wind blew its icy blast up my legs and around the exposed flesh of my upper thighs, my heavy woollen stockings protecting the rest of my legs, and my buttocks and crotch also suffering the same indignity as my panties were nothing more than a thong like triangle.As snow began to fall a car drew up alongside the shelter, providing some relief from the wind, and the passenger side window came down.'Like a bit of business love', he called out, and I came towards. I could hear the sounds all the way in the garage. The camera was positioned just right as I watched my husband’s tongue lick up and down my mother's fat pussy lips. She slipped off the top of her dress and began to stroke her long erect nipples. My mother was enjoying herself as my husband sucked her fat pussy. His mouth and chin became so wet as my mother creamed his face. Her legs were pulled back allowing him all the access he needed to get at her hungry pussy. I could see him, looking up.