Jokingly to yourself you wave a hand towards the floor of your bedroom and say "Clothes clean yourselves up" and to your suprise they actually do it. ...hey miraculously look like new and hang themselves up in you closet."What the fuck!" you yell out to no one in particular.you wave your hand at your messy bed and say "Bed make yourself" and the sheets move on their own to a very neat make.your jaw drops.where had this power come from? you thought.no, it couldn't be that easy, you think thinking. Matt put her down and she lead him by the hand off the dance floor and over towards me at the bar.As she arrived at where I was standing my wife leaned in and kissed me hard, swirling her tongue around my mouth. She then turned to her new friend and said "Matt, this is my husband, I held out my hand which he shook knowing that he was going to fuck my wife, up close to him I realised how big he actually was. He must have stood at least 6ft 5 and built of pure muscle. His hands were like shovels. Reluctantly, I let it plop from my mouth and he joined me, kneeling on the floor. We kissed passionately for a few minutes and then we agreed that we needed to lie down. We killed the shower, grabbed our towels and headed for the bedroom. We dried off a little, laid the towels on my bed by the window and cuddled together. Mike was lay on his back and I was attached to his side like a limpet. My hand moved to caress his perfectly shaven balls and pubic area. After a few seconds, I rolled onto my. His mouth nibbles my neck as his teeth bit my collar bone. Dragging his hands to my thighs he grips intently as his mouth captures my nether lips, teasing my bud. "Oh ....don't stop." A grand smile always across his face, he tortures me more till I am sensitive and begging for his cock. "Please... please stick it in me." “You want my hard cock?” Teasing me to the point of ravenous he laughs, holding my hands by my head pinning them so I cannot touch him he thrusts plunging home. A rush of.