"Don't pick up a stud; come straight back!" Right on!" Terry called as she slammed the door.Phil called about ten minutes after Terry left the motel. ...I saw Terry drive by the hotel where I'm camped out," Phil said."I saw your car when we drove through town," Mavis said. "She wants a little fucking!" she laughed."And I'm a stud-service candidate?" he said."I figure you might be able to put the screws on her--I mean screw the truth out of her," Mavis bantered."Where will you be while I'm giving. Maricar lowers her face onto Marisa and they kiss as Maricar also pinches Marisa's right nipple as hard as she can. Marisa's orgasm explodes.I get up and lean over my wife, whispering in her ear: Stay in her and roll her over so that her ass is up.Maricar follows my directions. I drop my short, briefs and stroke my pole a bit before lubing it up with the Vaseline we brought with us. I place my member at the center of her exposed rosebud and push through. Marisa howls. Maricar pulls her into a. "As a matter of fact, I am." I laughed as I threw him his shorts."What's the point now? You've seen it all." he shot back as he walked into the house.A couple of minutes passed before he returned. While he was gone, I thought about his body and his dick. It looked to be a nice size even soft with low hanging balls. My pussy was beginning to burn. I decided then that I wouldn't need my toys tonight as I pulled my bikini bottoms off and hung them on the side of the tub.When he returned, he didn't. But to be honest I was virtually OK without it. Two years on, all was going well, the kids were settled again and looking forward to Christmas, the mortgage was arranged and being paid on time and it was all looking good. Being the party season my parents of course offered to babvsit their beloved and wholly spoilt (at least when they were with them) grandchildren and I had a few nights away out with my team, the last being the obligatory office do. We were all getting a bit tipsy, and dancing..