I was wearing a creamy satin blouse with long puffy sleeves that ended in cuffs with large black buttons and a pair of silky brown long culotte type t...ings that Nancy called palazzo pants. I stopped at the edge of the garage. But Nancy insisted I go on. "Beau loves the rain and this will make it look like the photos were taken on different days," she reasoned. "So you take him down to the end of the driveway, wait about a minute to make sure you're good and soaked, then come back and pose right. "Ah, of course!Sarah, Katie, Lauren, Jacinta, Ophelia, I'd like you to meet Helena,Marie, Emilie, Claudia and Melissa, five ninths of Germany's newest- andhottest- modelling group!" I grin and giggle as the five English girlsgreet the five German girls and immediately start chatting like oldfriends.Evening soon turns into night, and the energy in the room begins todissipate as we grow more and more tired. However, this doesn't stop usfrom forging new friendships and reinforcing old ones.. “It’s fucking massive isn’t he!” I said in between slobbering and sucking on it. “He is fucking huge. Oh god I love it. Jim, I love your fucking big cock. You like watching me don’t you guys? You like watching me being a slut, an unfaithful, fucking slut wife ... Oh fuck. Wait till you see it right up my fucking slutty cunt. Oh god,” I was panting heavily now as I spoke. “Oh fuck yes, oh god it’s huge Jim,” as I slurped hard on his full thick shaft. Like a bitch on heat. I was so close to. And as soon as one orgasm subsided, another seemed to start. She was thrashing about under me groaning, gasping and yelling. After about a half hour, I suddenly had a thought. I remembered what she had described while sitting at the kitchen table. She had talked about my cock fucking Bob’s ass. I pulled out of her pussy and turned her over on her knees. I pulled her back to the edge of the bed so I could stand behind her. I retrieved the bottle of lube that had been left on the nightstand last.