Sue: No he doesn't mind! She tossed her top to the side and sat back on the table.She looked at both of them, smiled, then looked down at the bulge in...their pants. She looked at Brian and decided to take things further.Sue: I'm getting a bit chilly why don't we go in the living roomWe walked into the living room, I sat down and Brian and Phil sat on the couch across from me. Sue stood in front of them and looked at Brian.Sue: Can I see it?Brian: what?She pointed at his crotchSue: that! Or are. “Did you like making me dirty?” He never replied in words, just in nice tight hugs, which I became accustomed to as his way of agreeing with my thoughts and feelings.I made coffee and told him to sit at the kitchen table. We sat opposite each other as he recovered. That twinkle in his eye and a satisfied look upon his face. I wondered if ever he did love me like he said he did? Somehow I always felt that our lovemaking was full of affection, yet a certain something was missing. He was demanding. Her ass jiggled like loose meat bags and rippled when his hips slapped against her and his big balls swung forward hitting her clit, repeatedly. She was close to cumming each time his heavy nutsack hit her again and I knew she was thinking about his juicy balls churning in their reservoir of sperm as he battered her unprotected womb and she gripped the chair tightly but never asked him to stop. In fact, the word she repeated over again, Yes was changed by Scott to, Thank you! as he beat up her. I sucked on her lips as if they were big cherry flavored pieces of candy.I looked at her dealing with the pleasure, but she kept sucking his wood as if it was candy as well, and she wanted every single ounce of its sweet and sugary goodness. She jolted as did he, and in the reaction to some taboo action.He reached down and felt her up too, so all of us were having a great time together. I worked on my pussy-eating skills as it seemed I might need them for the future, and I saw he had learned to.