The windowless place was stood on a platform of transport pallets to at least keep our boots out of the mud of the filthy street outside.I noticed tha... not a single soul was jolted by the sound of gunfire not far from our vantage point. I resisted my ingrained instinctive reaction to “hit the dirt” and knew immediately it was the correct response because the pair of whores at the next table just continued eating their eggs and steak like they were surrounded by a platoon of armed security. "Oh, okay baby, but you should really stay for the whole collection." Maybe some other time." Cynthia flashed her eyebrows stupidly, and Tina knew there would no other time for this loser. "Jeff says he walked here so we'll drive him to his place." Cynthia explained, and then they left the obscene lounge and began driving to his place.Tina sat in the back seat of their large american car. She peeked once into the front, and saw that her mother was already stroking the man's thighs. Then she. You?”“Not as much as you, obviously.”Their hands now wandered, seemingly of their own free will, back down their backs, to the buttocks, where Stacey discovered she loved being touched where the back of her thighs met her ass, and moaned aloud.“Feels good there, huh, baby?” Mike asked.“Oh, yeah,” she moaned breathlessly. “I really like touching you like this…”“Mmmmm… I am LOVING every second of this.”“Just wait, sweetheart… it’s gonna get so much better real soon.”“Good,” she. She bit her lip to stifle her moan, what would she do if she knew I’d invited another to watch her play for me? I was past caring. I was way too excited, Sarah get onto all fours in front of me.The sight before me had my cock dripping pre-cum, my wife was presenting her arse to a total stranger. Mark looked at me for approval and I nodded. He slipped off the chair and knelt behind Sarah, he put a hand on each arse cheek and spread her wide. He looked at my wife’s anus and pussy, his dreams.