The day after this happened, they left town, so I guess they had planned to do it the night before they were leaving. That night we were all drinking...in their motel room and I ended up passing out early. The next thing that I really remember is that it was dark and Alan actually ripped my cotton shorts open at the crotch and started fucking me. I was really turned on by the aggressiveness of it. He was always changing positions a lot during sex and making sex into a nearly athletic event. She looks down her body to see my face. Her surrender to the intense orgasmic experience has excited me even more and opened the door, giving me an invitation to take her. My cock is now fully erect. I approached her spread legs again. She willed her legs to squeeze together, but they remain dead and motionless on the bed. The intense orgasm has totally drained her and her body is still recovering, unable to resist. Helplessly she watches as I approach again, her spread lifeless legs. She. I thought you were my friend, you cow. How could you? How fucking well could you?” Bloody Chris, thought Michelle. Just like a man to blab. Why couldn’t he keep his stupid mouth shut? “Hey, calm down, it was just a fuck,” she said. As soon as she’d said it, she realised it was stupid, but the words just slipped out. Kate stormed across the room, and slapped her as hard as she could across the cheek. Michelle stepped back, and collided clumsily with the coffee table. She toppled backwards,. Rick left the bathroom a few minutes later and told me how much he enjoyed fucking my wife. It was hard to describe my emotions at that point. Rick went on to tell me that she was way better than he had ever envisioned. He also made it clear how much my wife loved his big cock. Listening to him talk about how tight my wife’s pussy and how the lips of her pussy had tightened around the shaft of his cock had me feeling a bit insecure. My cock was a bit below average in size and I now wondered if.