"Oh Monica, what are we doing to you"? was his comments as he pushed as much cum into my wife's mouth and her not at all complaining until her face wa... just left with shiny glaze, what a fucking slut I thought, she was carrying on like a teenage slut not even thinking of the humiliating side of what was being done to her, that was so horny and we got off reliving that moment for weeks later. After her clean up I was horny as hell so on her return from the bathroom I got stuck into my wife, I. However, my poor heart had been shattered so many times, that is where you might find me late on a Saturday night in front of my computer chatting.His name was Bruno; he's 53, and married. He stood six-two, has salt n pepper hair, and strong European features, and deep blue eyes. He missed the land he grew up in, France. Oh how he longed to visit Paris again. However he was stuck in a dead end job, a loveless marriage, and living in a big eastern metropolis. He longed for the kind of love that. Raising her legs till her ankles rested on my shoulders. I gripped her thighs and furiously pummeled her tight cunt, which was dripping juices down my balls and my legs.She then bent over and presented her glorious big ass to me. I entered her again and gave it to her hard, My hands roaming all over her ass. She moaned and murmured "I love your cock", as her ass moved back and forth to meet my thrusts.Eileen continued her mantras of "Fuck me" and "Oh fuck" as I slammed my prick into her. Then. Then she mumbled something along the lines of "just homework tomorrow" and I realized she was still obviously drunk. I crouched next to her and thought for a minute, with my hand still resting on her shoulder. When I thought about it, I realized had she drank almost an entire fifth of Jack Daniels. I was actually pretty impressed there wasn't any puke anywhere. One last time, just to get a real judge of how drunk she was I shook her to try and wake her. She was already back to sleep. I knew.