He was sitting in the chair and his cock was standing up. I stood there for a moment, then I saw him going for his gun. I immediately went over to him... “sit over my cock” he said. I turned to see david, he nodded.I spread my legs and sat over his cock, he had his hands on his cock and he guided his cock into my pussy. As I had cummed earlier, my pussy was lubricated. Still it was a bit difficult as his cock was a bit bigger than David’s. he was rough and in four or five strokes he was. Then outlining my breasts, as she continued. I closed my eyes to delight in the moment. As she leaned forward continuing her magic, I was expecting to once again feel the loose-fitting fabric of her wrap. Instead, I was to be surprised by the tenderness of her thighs pressing softly against my head. Remembering my husband's inviting words – I was now willingly going with it! Working her way around my body, I once again caught myself spreading my legs open for her approaching fingers. At times. . But aren't we awfully late, now?" It happens to everyone occasionally ... some more than others!" he said, calmly, "This time of morning I can usually make some time up ... and if anyone asks, which they probably won't, tell them I was late!" ... But I can't!" she exclaimed, "I can't let you take the blame for me, Brian!" It's really not a problem! What's worse, do you think: you being a few minutes late on set; or the whole production schedule being held up because you've fainted, because. . we have a chauffer outside, he can take you wherever you want to go.” I just blinked, so he carried on “ I know what you are thinking, why? Right?” I just nodded and then he said the last thing I was expecting “Because my wife and I made a bet to see who could make you orgasm the hardest and I think I can win” *wink* I was so stupidified that my mouth just gaped open looking at him but not really seeing him. They both let out laughs and he reached out for my hand “I tell you what, we can do.