Sharon was still shagged out after her earlier fuck against the toilet cubicle door at the night club they’d just been to. She still had traces of u...ine streaks down her legs from when her drunk lover had somehow confused pissing with fucking. Tracey had eagerly tugged up her tight boob tube and the folds of her cunt throbbed with the same eagerness as the veins of her host’s penis. She wedged her arse on the seat of the ragged armchair and curled her legs on either side of the armrests. The. I enjoyed rubbing my hands all over her young, naked, smooth body and so did she as she sucked my cock and licked my balls. In between we would lean forward and kept wet kissing each other as well. I even remember pushing my tongue in her mouth, well past her lips and she reciprocated as well. As she concentrated on kissing; leaving my cock alone and not paying that much attention to sucking it, my erection would become extremely hard and it would throb like fuck; making me think that I could. I could see that my drunken slut wife was just kind oflooking over towards the pool, but that she also had this kind of drunkand spaced out look on her face.As I just watched this old man fuck my young wife from behind, I couldhear him now starting to mumble out, "Oh yeah, Old dad's really gladthat he had invited you tonight."I could also see that my drunk wife was now starting to just slowly humpher bare ass cheeks up and down , as the old man started to fuck hereven harder and faster from. A single hard shot took her by surprise. The jolt of pain shot through her, the tingles and chills set in again as his fingertips did.He continued this pattern, merciless teasing and then the unexpected sharp impact. Nita found herself arching in anticipation of the next. She began to pant, her mouth hung open, the panties now soaked. It was sweet torture, building her desire to previously unknown heights. Her body shook, every fiber of her screamed with need. Finally, she could take no.