"What's the deal with Pat and Maddie?" Umm, weird. I guess they've been going out for a couple of weeks now. Why do you care?" A tear dribbled down Te...esa's cheek. As she promptly wiped it up, Brittany made eye contact."You can't tell me you like Pat, he's a jock! They're pompous bastards! You can do so much better!" Brittany yelled at her. A meek, "you don't understand" was all Teresa could mutter as she turned around and got into her car. She left a fine mark of rubber on the pavement as she. He pulled me closer, crushing my boobs against his muscular chest. He was right. I came again; I had another silent orgasm as my knees got weak and my pussy wet…“I told you” The black bastard whispered very softly in my ear.“You will come for a third time soon; without me touching you…” He was right; I suddenly I came again, louder this time, but not loud enough for anyone at the table to hear; not even Victor noticed that.“Your husband wants to watch someone fuck you” Jamal insisted.“And you. After dinner I was ready to go to the party. I was pretty sure I would not be recognized by my lovely wife or her slutty girlfriend. No mind if some of our old friends could recognize me; I would be able to handle it.When I got Helena’s house, I just walked through the place looking for my wife. Then I spotted her making margaritas in the kitchen. Her tight Batgirl’s costume was perfect for this party. My sweet wife was really hot; her tight body covered in that nylon fabric, with matching. Then, after they were done, they then turned their attention back to Darla, and released their willing captive. By now Darla’s muscles were terribly sore from the tension of being strung up, but at this point it didn’t matter to her, especially after the scene she had just witnessed. As the three of them put the terry cloth robes on that hung in the basement, Darla asked Bruno if he could take her in the ass. Bruno however declined the invitation, saying only that Isabella had someone special.