“What am I doing here?” He asked, speaking out the words she couldn’t say. “Well, you should know, you fucking bitch. After all, your best fri...nd was going to tell you about it anyway.” Skylar, whimpering, immediately wrapped a towel around herself and ran past Terrell, only to bump into Ashley. “A-Ash! Help me! Terrell! He…” Skylar didn’t see any concern on her friend’s face. Instead, Ashley was smiling. Ashley immediately pulled her into an embrace and held Skylar as if she was a lover.. I raise my arse to meet his thrusts, and push the muscles of my love tunnel together when his engorged head rubs on my prostate. There is no more talk, just the panting of two couples working towards orgasm. I feel Frank speed up his thrusting and his cock growing even thicker as he approaches his climax. I glace across and see Joey fucking my wife with quick deep thrusts and see her lunge against him in a concert of ****. They are both close to coming too. The sight of my wife being ****d, and. The sweaty, humid afternoons gone. The cool air of autumn coming back. Nice comfortable afternoons, cool afternoons. You feel so much more comfortable, cuddled up to me evenings in our Cottage in Newmarket, New Hampshire, all natural wood and lavender potpourris, pine and the noise of owls in the night and the occasional rattatat of the woodpeckers. Breakfasts of warm eggs, and bacon, coffee, the sweet smell of toast. The comfortable days back, blue skies, thick skirts, clean air, quiet moments. Her mouth worked up and down on my cock over and over, slowly at first then picking up speed all the while her saliva was running down my shaft to my pubes and balls. And my balls where being worked in her hand as her mouth worked my cock. I was getting that feeling, that feeling that I need to squirt and squirt hard my balls were tighting up and I needed to cum. I could take no more and I let go my cum it flowed out of my balls and up my shaft, my cum shot hard and fast but Helena did not mis.