..” The wife of the commanding officer was staring at the two of us in the water I was currently having my orgasm in. Plus all the orgasm juice Hann... had bathed my face with sparkled especially on my glasses. With it dripping from my the end of my nose I just sat quietly waiting to hear what would happen next in the most compromising situation imaginable.I wanted so badly to ask Hanna what in the world we were doing making love- wild-sex in front of the post commander’s wife. No, no way was. Aaron looked over too, “You like that whore?” he asked Jon firmly. “You like me fucking you slut wife?’ Jon didn’t answer, just stayed there watching Aaron pound my cunt. “Come over here” Aaron ordered Jon and Jon moved over next to the sofa. Aaron grabbed a handful of Jon’s hair and pulled him towards my cunt as he lowered one leg, his cock still buried deep inside me. “Watch me fuck your whore wife” he said sternly and began again to pound me hard. “You like me fucking your whore? He. Once she had something in her head, there was no negotiating. The recent rain had turned the sand into semi-permeable concrete. The ground was damp. Fortunately, we had brought a plastic drop cloth to put down, so as not to ruin the blankets. The ground was not only damp but also cold and it took several layers of blankets to made a warm patch. The girls were playfully roughhousing and Sally got pushed off the blanket onto the cold damp turf."Eeeeoooo, I'm soaked," she cried.When she stood up,. But I really love my kids and couldn't see her on the street and agreed to let them move in.Everything was ok at first. I did my best to be nice to her asshole boyfriend and enjoyed getting to know my little girl better. Then one afternoon, as they were getting ready to shower together, Anna walked out in just a short t-shirt and panties. I couldn't help but notice her long legs and the tight little ass peeking from under the hem of the shirt. I could not take my eyes from that fine rear end..