Like Bob I had wanted to fuck Josie for a good many years too. I may not have eaten Bob’s cum out of her pussy but I could certainly understand why ...ob was eating mine out of my wife’s pussy, because he wanted to get at it that’s why. Have you ever said, “I’d eat a mile of her shit just to see where it came from?” Well Bob meant it.Soon I looked over to see my wife sitting on Bob’s cock and fucking him just like Josie was doing to me. His hands were up under her top and he was holding her tits.. As you slowly moved your face down his hairy muscled body, he nodded approval, his hands guiding your mouth from time to time, telling you to continue licking and slurping where you were, or to move lower. Your mouth traced over his abs, following the hairy treasure trail downwards. Your face got closer to his groin, his cock lying casually across his stomach away from you, your face loving the mild scratching of his pubic hair as you licked around his balls, drinking in more of his heavenly. When he recovered from the directness, she learned he had not been laid for a long time. She smiled and continued, “It’s not healthy for a person to go without sex. I do believe that for your own good I need to take you to bed.” Although a bit shell-shocked he followed her and was soon lying on her bed as she rode his substantial pecker. His shaft was bigger than she’d expected from him but delightful. He was good for two pussy-filling shots before she sent him back to his own place.Myra was so. About half the way down, he grabbed her by the scruff of her hair, spun her around, shoved her against a pine tree and rammed his tongue back into her mouth. In return, she grabbed his hips and pulled him against her body, feeling his hard cock pressing against her abdomen. Pulling away, she had to take a deep breath. She quickly opened his belt, unbuttoned his pants, and lowered his zipper. Kneeling down as she lowered his trousers, his cock flopped out and smacked her in the forehead..