Marguerite’s skin prickled and she stopped meeting his thrusts. Something was wrong… ‘Buckley?’ A touch of fear lowered her voice to a whisper... Nothing. Marguerite tried again. ‘Buckley?’ This time her voice was louder, as she tried to suppress her alarm. Buckley’s only response was to thrust brutally between her legs. Marguerite dug her heels into the bed and tried to move away from him coming to halt when she found his hands around her, his thumbs pressing on her windpipe. Panic ripped. All of this action caused the man next to me to start to cum and so I immediately leaned over and took his load in my mouth. The man between my legs leaned up and asked my husband if he could fuck me? I think my husband liked the thought of this well endowed man pumping his manhood deep inside my pussy because he was very quick to respond yes. I admit I was up for the idea of having him hitting spots never explored before. He eased into to me and began to slowly pump his cock in and out After a. I had to keep up with the absurd pace at which Frank and Frost jumped and sprinted. It was frankly a grind just to be able to keep them in my sight. It was while I was huffing and puffing that they finally reduced their pace, allowing me to catch up to them. As it turned out, it wasn’t really out of the goodness of their hearts.As soon as I caught up to them, they started taunting me for my lack of pace and stamina. It was Frank who began the ribbing, saying stuff like, “We are at half pace. She played with herself several times using one of her larger dildos visualizing the young stud fucking her. She had just finished fucking her stud in the shower when the doorbell rang. Quickly putting on a white tank top and sweat pants she ran down stairs to open the door. Shocked, standing in front of her asking to speak with her son was her young fantasy fuck. She was embarrassed because only moments earlier she was fantasying being fucked by his huge cock. She awkwardly told him her son.