My sweet wife was pushing back to meet his every thrust. She was moaning like crazy, with that huge rod fully buried inside her wet cunt…When he did...cum inside her, I could see his semen gushing out around his cock as he kept driving hard inside her. When he finally pulled out, the guy poured some of the strawberry lubricant on Anita's engorged pussy lips. They started kissing again and he brought his hand up to his mouth to lick the mixed lubricant and cum off his fingers. Then he stuck his. Giving my statement turned out to be three hours of mental drain and intense concentration. It started with the Sherriff reading back from his notes, and when I agreed he had covered it pretty well a deputy typed them into a computer. He printed copies and we all read it through, making some changes as we went until I was sure we had all the details recorded correctly. I had to confirm the identity of Bill and his visitors from mug-shots, and then we went back through the statement, inserting. " she said standing up straight."Sure," I said unpacking could wait.I sat down so we could talk and she continued to bend over, I could see her breast straining from inside the top of her tight tank top. After about thirty minutes of working she stood and I could see the sheen of sweat on her neck and breasts.She sighed "I think that's good for now," Would you like to come inside for something to drink Kelly? She asked"I just made some lemonade, " That sounds great," I saidI stood up and. "What do you want me to do next?" she asked. I was caught a little off guard by her question. So far she had been leading me through the whole thing and I had no problem with letting her. "Whatever you want?" I said. She suddenly let go of my cock and sat back. "What's wrong?" "I want to know what you want me to do? I'm a slut remember?" I could see the game she wanted to play. She wanted to throw off any concept of her being prim and proper. The idea of being a slut was appeasing some hidden.