However I simply wasn't in the mood and every time you try you don’t succeed in luring me into our ?fights? you love so much – especially when you...have to surrender. After the next mild quarrel you walk away disappointed, mumbling and grumbling to yourself. You grab your hooded sweatshirt, pull it over your head only to notice you put it on backwards! That now, is an opportunity to good to pass!! Quickly I grab the hood, pull it over your head and with a fast tug on the drawstring I secure. There was no underwear, but then Eugenie only ever wore such luxury items on special occasions. She found a threadbare rucksack in amongst the unwanted items supplied by a charity shop and stuffed it with a selection of faded dresses, shorts and printed tee-shirts. She also came across an old denim jacket that was cut off at the waist which could help keep her warm at night. Footwear was more of a problem. She could wear any oversized dress or tee-shirt, but the wrong size of shoes would. This time I can't hold back either, I feel the tightening of my balls, I push deep inside you and hold it as my cock throbs, each pulsing movement releasing a jet of my hot cum within you. We remain locked for a short while, and then slowly I withdraw from you and roll onto my back. You lay there exhausted briefly and I allow you to recover a little before taking your hand and guiding it to my deflated cock. You instinctive know what I want and you straddle over me taking my cock in your mouth. The stranger in our yard was just standing there unsure of what he should do. I saw her step closer and unzip his pants and pull them down. He removed his shirt and shoes and stepped out of his pants. He began to stroke his cock and I watched as it grew to full size. My wife took it in her mouth. Almost immediately I could see her saliva dripping off his dick.I ran to our bedroom to get some lube so I could jack off while watching this scene straight out of a porno happening in my own backyard..