Then I went to the booth on the oposite side of my wifes. Most of these booths have peep holes in them and as I suspected there was a peek hole to loo... into my wife's booth.As I looked in at my wife I could see she had pulled her pants off and was naked from the waist down. She was playing with her pussy which was a real turn on. Then I noticed movement going on the other side of the glory hole. Before I had time to think, I saw a dick come through the hole when I had make the arangement with. Determined, I set off on foot and walked to his place in the cool evening air of an April evening. I was dressed in standard 80’s gear - white sneakers, tight, button-down jeans, an oversized ‘Cure’ t-shirt that I covered with a jean jacket. If I’d thought about what I was doing I certainly would have tried to dress up a bit more but this was one of those acts spurred by hormones, not rational forethought. I found his place, a small craftsman-style bungalow on a street filled with similar. "You like, babe." she asked as Shawn just nodded, his mouth going dry at the sight. "Thank Heaven for Coxville and its women." he mittered as karla giggled.Slowly she knelt near his cock and leafted the thick meat up, letting her wet tongue snake over the proud, heavy and seed filled spunk pods, savouring the flavour of the delicious and dark jizz orbs, wondering how many sluts had done so before her. She turned to his fat left nut, engulfing the fat orb in her mouth as she suckled and nursed. Her persistent persuasion had finally, reluctantly it must be said got his permission, though it was as he felt a way to show he loved and trusted her forever so very much, that he did finally give in! His permission to pursue this list, was a big one for them both and if anything, she loved him more, for blindly giving her his blessing like he had, it had been oh so special! She contacted a couple of “friends” on X hamster that`s where I (Alibodge) first got involved as her scribe, having.