The guy in my mouth watching this could not hold on any more and shot his warm salty cum into my mouth and over my face then rubbed his cock all over ...t spreading the cum every where. The guy fucking my ass was telling me what a tight ass I had, and how good it was to fuck, and what a fucking whore I was, and pulling my head back by my hair, and mauling my dangling tits until he cum deep in to my bowls. I climaxed again as he came telling him to shot it up this sluts ass, fill it up. After, the. I shook my head. I smiled. My pussy was throbbing in a wonderfully sexy, nearly satisfied way. I would probably never get to fuck him again, not with such a beautiful wife as Micheline. I sighed. I sighed again. I breathed. I looked around, shaking my head and taking in all the beauty that was around me. “It’s okay, Bettine,” I told myself aloud. “You’ve still got it. You can move on. You can do it. You just made a married man pass out from fucking you, so, hey, not bad!” It was a terrible. Jeanne looked around, saw that the rest of her classmates were at the other end of the pool practicing their backstroke and Jeanne reached down silently and grabbed Paul by the waistband.“Jeanne!”“Shhhh.” Jeanne knew that Paul was too sweet and too good to ever take control in a situation like this, even if he wanted to, so Jeanne wasn’t going to give him the option. Under the water, with ten of her friends on the other end of the pool, Jeanne pretended to ask Paul questions above water while. I’d been Raymond once upon a time, a professional boxer back when the sport was a big deal and televised, something that meant nothing in a world where television hadn’t existed in over a century. He was smart-ass and knew the value of a bluff, because, truth be told, it scared the shit out of me. ‘No, but this is,’ he sneered and dove towards me. I didn’t have enough time for a proper guard but managed to deflect the blow, though it sang up my arm. Holy hell he’s strong I thought and I danced.