I watch with satisfaction as the wicked grin plays across her lips. She lays down on her back and scoots over until her cunt's under the slut's head.... "Eat up, slut!"The slut leans down and puts her mouth over Natasha's cunt, sucking, trying to find any nutrients to satisfy her gnawing hunger, and I'm fucking hard again.I lube up and take my slut in the ass. She has a little trouble getting the cum out while I'm pounding her from behind, but that's life, I guess. Natasha's fondling her own. She couldnt wait to taste his salty nectar shoot into the back of her throat. She brought her hand up between his legs and massaged his balls as he increased his tempo. She moaned as his finger slipped under the leg band of her panties and into her sopping pussy. Now she was fucking onto his finger furiously, wishing she could tell him to use more fingers. The finger fucking was working though, he was tapping her clit with his thumb each time he pushed his finger in. Im cumming baby, Im. " Rhea spun on her heels and walked away. The man's gaze never left her receding form. Especially her bulbous ass cheeks.The Husband:Rhea parked her car in the garage and entered her bungalow. The light clicking of her heels did not go unnoticed by her husband, who was in his study, "Ah, she finally returns." he called out and approached her. In the context of art, if Rhea were Botticelli's wet dream then her husband would qualify as a certifiable nightmare. The contrast did not end at their. Well, finally one night Diane and I were in the car again and my relationship with the other girl that I was always telling her about had taken a definite downhill turn. I was desperate because I realized my days with the other girl were nearly over. I'd talked Diane into riding out into the country with me again and we'd actually decided to park on an isolated road and just talk for an hour or so. Well, that was what made all the difference in the world. Diane and I had been sitting there only.