With a discreet look in my wife’s direction, my suspicions were confirmed. Her gaze was fixated on the table of four handsome studs, her wine glass ...as in her hand and raised in a tots. We both watched as Martin whispered something in the ear of one of the men, Troy, we later learned, and nodded in our direction. She had sent the champagne. That’s why she took so long in returning to the table. She stopped to talk to Martin and arranged for the champagne. The men all turned to face us in. I couldn’t see it, but I could feel her working her clit. “Fuck me with your tongue, Daddy. Yeah, tongue fuck my asshole!”She remained squatting over me, riding my face for all she was worth, while fingering herself at the same time. I had to take one more quick oxygen break before her increasing cries announced her orgasm was near. Nicole forced her asshole tighter against my mouth and screamed her way through what sounded like a fantastic cum. There was nothing better than knowing I was the. Our favourite coffee shop sits in a tree-lined street smack bang in the middle of the city. As it is a hot, humid day, we sit outside. It is holiday time and the street is full of holidaymakers like us in slow down mode. We both love to people watch. I take in the beautiful women wearing little and leaving little to the imagination. You, my love, eye up the guys checking out their round, firm butts. We agree that one day we should join a foursome. Talking about this makes us horny again. Back. It was a Monday, just like any other in the first grade when Jenny started feeling a little woozy. After giving her the third degree and not being able to break her, Miss Hendrix, her teacher, sent her to the school nurse.Nurse Jenkins went through her checklist, making sure Jenny's birth control shot was up to date and she didn't need an abortion, checking to see if she could have ODed on anything and reminding her that just because she was there now didn't mean she didn't have to stand in.