The cameraman then asked if she would slowly rise up to let my cock flop out, and then he could also film my cum ooze out. She moved over to the sofa ...nd sat down and held her lips open to give him a good view of all the remaining cum. She looked at me and said ‘sorry love, but I still need more attention as I want to orgasm again’. I reached over, but she said that my finger wouldn’t do. She got off the sofa and knelt in front of it with her ass easily accessible. She told the 2 guys to come. Wooff. What you trying to do, you old bat..." He rolled over and stared at her without recognition for several seconds."Good morning, Mr Devonshire." Fluffy?" That's me. You just stay there and I'll bring you a cup of tea." She scrambled out of bed and hobbled towards the window. It felt as if he was still inside her. He had warned her beforehand how appallingly thick he was. He certainly was! She felt absolutely stuffed. The other feeling was that her breasts were even fuller than ever.. Pep walked over and sniffed, blowing out his warm breath on my clit before sitting back and watching. “Oh shit Pep, do that again” I huffed, pressing my hips forward. My pussy gushed. Pep continued to watch. Slap slap slap. I slapped my pussy hard again. And again Pep slid his nose up the length of my pussy, before blowing his breath on it, then sitting back again. I pulled on my clit and squeezed it tight. My pussy started spasming against the fingers attacking my g-spot. “Fuck Pep that was. Well, as night went on, I got a bit drunk at the bar, when she joined me. She started flirting (drunk aswell). I was stunned, cause I never expected that from her, and, to be honest, I got a bit scared of her hubby, cause, you know.Then, she started her sad story. She got divorced, cause he cheated on her and things like that.I openedly asked her if she is on the rebound now (I am drunk - fuck it, if it works, it works).She said yes. We started kissing and gropping in the pub. She was wearing.