Jay moaned in anticipation as Dan slowly eased his stiff rod past his wife’s mouth to rest just between her pussy lips.Jill’s face was inches from...her husband’s cock as we both watched it disappear into my wife’s hot, wet pussy. Jill’s head was still resting on my Jay’s stomach as Dan began to fuck my wife harder. At the same time, I fucked his wife from behind.The eroticism of watching another man fuck my wife as I fucked his was so deeply gratifying and with the look on our wives' faces it. ‘I’m sorry, wrong hut – I though this is where Kissma Ryan, supermodel was living?’ ‘Stop it, you fool. You make me nervous.’ ‘You look sensational, Kissma. I’ve never seen such fabulous legs, and we on this island thank you tonight for display them in ninety percent of their glory.’ ‘Do you think my dress is too short?’ ‘No, but the local cops would issue you a ticket for indecent exposure but fortunately there are no cops.’ They made a quiet entry, but conversations in the restaurant died, as. I want you.”With those simple words a fire lit in his eyes as he jerked me hard against his chest. “Are you sure? We can take it slowly.” I smirked, and reveled in the moment of his thoughts of innocence towards me. I ground my hips toward his and said,“I'm sure, professor.” He chuckled darkly and spun me around to push me up against a tree. “I like it when you call me professor. I can teach you so much...my little peach.” He said this as he ran his tongue down my ear and neck stopping right. She needed to get away andfast. She secured the base, left a note, then ran off away from the basewhile keeping out of sight of anybody who might be observing the base.She ran for 20 miles northeast away from Providence before she had tostop and relax, he body aching and feeling the impact of the strain onher arms and legs from the long run. She was in the middle of the woods,somewhere in Norfolk County, MA by her estimation based on the distanceand heading, and among rural farms where nobody.