She was looking forward to at least the chance for a new and different evening. She carefully washed her pussy, resisting the urge to rub her clit and...release the orgasm that had been building. She wondered how it would play out, would they both fuck her? How big would Hanson's cock be? How would they start? And the biggest question was, would she actually go through with it. Meanwhile, in the other room, Steve was stroking his hard cock, thinking about his lovely, chubby, wife under another. .. if that gentle term can qualify such a filthy looking bastard." The slender, bearded writer returned, pulling a note-book and pencil from his breast-pocket to rapidly scribble into. "You think I can get an interview with his niece, Annie? I mean, after all, she was the girl raped by this Caesar brute, that's what my editor wants... ?" I think so. Annie's a nice teenaged girl... nothing like her uncle," Mark replied. "She's taken it well this rape horror... goes to school everyday since it. Not being a stranger to the house I knew that everyone went in around the side entrance that led to the kitchen rather than the front door so I made my way up the path that ran alongside the property. I passed a small window and for some reason that I can’t possibly explain I looked in just for a second. My feet stopped in their tracks. My heart skipped a beat as a surge of blood rushed to my cock. My eyes had caught sight of Veronica standing in the doorway to the living room with her back to. I rose slowly up, giving him a great view of my tits. I gave him a dirty little smile and suddenly we were between two rows of clothes, with my dress hiked up and his hands on my tits, pinching my nipples. His hard cock throbbed through his jeans, rubbing against my pussy."Fuck me now," I whispered.My pussy was so wet his cock slid deep into me with one thrust and he was fucking me hard, tumbling against the clothes. I didn't think there was anyone around, but I didn't care. I wrapped my legs.