At this point, the biker could do with me whatever he wanted. I was in total heat.When he was done tongue-fucking me, he began fingering me with a si...gle digit. When he thought it was enough stretching, he put in double digits. After finger-fucking for a minute, he would retrieve his fingers and spit inside my gaping rectum; then, he would repeat the treatment.SI was just slobbering and biting the bed linens when suddenly he reach out to my hair again and pulled it hard. He roughed me down. He has turn her to the opposite end of the bed with her facing the window again. he was facing me. and he fucked her facing me. he grab both her legs up and place them over his shoulder again and announce he is cumming. My wife was moaning and didn't bothered her. he was fucking and her legs went to wrap around him and pull him in and he again announce he was cumming and my wife didn't release her leg around him and he start to cum. When he came he quickly pull both her legs up over his. She figured the sooner it was over, the faster she could leave. Maybe she could get him to cum with nothing more than just a wet, sloppy blowjob. She bobbed her head up and down his cock, rarely stopping to take a breath. His fairly large cock was wet as she spit and jerked her saliva all over it. Licking the balls and shaft while looking up at him. She thought he was close to erupting as drops of pre-cum were oozing out of the tip of his cock, so she jerked the shaft hard and fast while. She rubbed it with her palm and felt his body shift in response. “Did you feed her sausage? Widows like nothing better than a nice big sausage between their lips.” “Ma’am, I saved my best sausage for you, like always.” “That was mighty thoughtful of you, sir. Though I can’t imagine an old widow-lady giving you so much cheese and fruit without you giving her a little meat.” Then she opened her mouth again to swallow a nice raspberry. As she bit she noticed his fingers, red with.