She wasn’t quite as loud this time, and didn’t scream. But I was still rewarded for my efforts with a generous flow of pussy juice.I gave Jasmin a...minute or so to recover this time. Then it was finally time to fuck.We started off in missionary position. She was so wet that my cock just slipped right in, despite her tightness. I could feel her pussy gripping my cock. Jasmin squeezed her muscles to make it feel even better. I leaned in for some delicious sloppy kisses. She returned them with. ” * “I have to see my mother,” Norma said, “She called and said she was sick. Could you keep an eye on Mrs. Tandy for a while?” “Ok,” John said. “I will be back as soon as possible.” “No problem.” He followed the nurse into the house, feeling surprisingly nervous and tense. Norma let him into her room, then turned and left. Mrs. Tandy didn’t look much different than the last time he had seen her. Plastered body, resting in a complicated maze of ropes, metal bars, and weights; bare flesh. It was strange; since her car was at the front driveway.I wrote her a text on the cellphone, asking where was she.A few seconds later, I read her answer: “being naughty…”I rushed to the back yard, to look over Sam’s house; but all lights there were out. It seemed nobody was there inside.Then I asked Ana what she was doing. A couple minutes later, I received a short video.My slut wife was kissing Sam's massive shaft up and down, wrapping her lips around his length and stuffing as much of that. He'd used his ankles to spread us both wide during the intercourse, nesting his tight sac against my own, the sensation of testicle contact stimulating both of us even more.Up 'till then, I had never known anything but masturbation, and this feeling of shared male contact was driving me crazy. The steady sensuous glide of his cock against mine, jabbing my tip with his on the upstroke stimulated me more than I had ever dreamed. I remember sort of being afraid, but not wanting it to stop.Just.