Mrs. D’s expression was one of wariness and she looked to me as if for an explanation. I raised my eyebrows and tilted my head toward Marsha slight...y. I hoped that served as sufficient warning because I had a feeling what was coming.“Think I’ll take a walk,” I said, as I stood and headed for the door.“Might want to make it a long one. Doesn’t your car need washing?” Oh, fuck, I’m glad I didn’t have to be there. I nodded and left. Geez, what to do on a Sunday morning in a small town? . She closed her eyes and lay there in a sweaty heap. But the old man said he was not done yet. He grabbed my wife's head and began to fuck her mouth. His cock began to grow instantly as he pumped Anita's mouth…She neither resisted nor seemed enthusiastic about what was happening. He stared into my eyes as he fucked my lovely Anita´s face. My wife appeared to be like a rag doll. She was on her knees, her arms resting by her side. Her eyes had a glassy, glazed over look. Suddenly he took off his. Just one urinal, one cubicle and a wash basin, beside which was a much younger man washing his hands. I went past him, got my cock out and immediately released my pent-up bladder. As my stream eased down I heard a rustling behind me. The young man was still there, he smiled at me and quite subconsciously I relaxed my face and gave him a soft smile back. It wasn’t meant as a signal, but he took it as one, he stepped close behind me and wrapped one arm around me and grasped the hand holding my. "I like what I feel," she said smiling, kneading my balls.In one move we slipped my pants and flimsy underpants to my ankles; as she unzipped her skirt.Much to my delight I noticed a landingstrip coiffure topping her delicious pink wet treasure as she slipped right on top of me parking her skiiny buttocks on the dashboard. I now had a finger deep inside her tight pussy as she wiggled her hips to make it hit all her deep dark spots.We kissed, she worked my dick gracefull, we moanded like.