"Oh fuck, oh,ah,ah,uh,uh, oh sweet jesus and mary, fuckkkkkkkkkkkkk me! Fuck, fuck I'm going to cum you bastard, I fucking cumming off...You, you're, ...h my fucking god I am cu.....uh,uh, ohhhhhhhhhhhhhh!" But Patrick did stop, he was like a train engine plunging in and out of her. Mary had gone limp when she came. It looked like she may have somewhat passed out. Patricks young strong muscles easily pulled her groin up to his balls and continued to have his way with my wife. "You wanted. We're they get that I'll never understand. To me it's just what it is. Hair. A cute little tuft to brush your face or dick against. My hands rubbed her legs. It was almost as if I were under a spell, unable to stop touching her. She flinched every now and then. It was adorable, if not a bit frustrating. And like I said, I couldn't help myself. I tried to spread her legs again. I don't know what I was planning. Maybe kiss her pussy? Rub my face against her labia? But that was not to be. Whatever. Mary looked in wonder at the small lakes and the trees surrounding the magma flow. It was beautiful. All that water in this endless dry environment. The small plane kept heading south. Mary was left alone with her thoughts. Her brother and legal guardian had inherited the title of Earl of Davenport a couple of years ago after their cousin had succumbed to the effects of being gassed during the Great War. So the big house and the title had gone to the orphan Charles. But the death-taxes had. I bent down and put the camera on and saw my wife smile at the image of me, half dressed and moving towards the screen. I licked up as much of my cum as I could and swallowed it almost gagging in the process.My young guy watched me intently, with an almost frenzied look on his face. 'Now kiss me' he said. 'Let me taste your cum on my lips' he continued.This was a first. I had sucked a cock and even fucked and been fucked but I had never kissed a guy.He pulled me towards him as my wife watched.