She walked past without recognizing him, her eyes focused in some distant void he couldn't perceive. Batschka turned and caught up to her. "Is bad new..., my little dung beetle?" he asked in an attempt to make conversation and draw her back from whatever world she was in.She grunted a soft, noncommital, "Unh," and kept walking. Batschka wasn't certain whether she was responding to his question or clearing the Comrade Director's ejaculate from her throat.Batschka had to show his identification to. My wife would hear nothing said against them and readily accepted their invitation to visit them, as their home was only a couple of miles from our holiday hotel. We enjoyed a few days alone at the hotel and then it was time for the proposed visit. The couple phoned us at the hotel and said that they where sorry but they had gotten their dates mixed up and where going to a party, so wouldn’t be at home but that we where quite welcome to go with them to the party. They knew that their. Slowly my pace got quicker and my thrusts got harder while she started breathing heavily and she gripped her hands tighter on my back. Pretty soon I was pounding her nearly as hard as I could feeling every bit of her right wetness around me. By this time her heavy breathing turned to moans and she was running her hands over my back and shoulders while trying to spread her legs as wide as possible allowing me to get as deep as I wanted to. I kept the same pace and intensity for as long as I. I noticed his wife, or whatever she was to him, remove her tank top. He offers her pussy as a tip. I was reluctant initially, who knew what kind of diseases these perverts had. She casually walked up to me and took my hand and placed it on her G-cup breast. I instinctually squeezed. He asked. "How's it feel? Nice right? Soft". I shook my head yes. She was Hispanic, about 5'5", rotund, and bruised on her arms and thighs (possibly from intravenous d**g use or just rough sex). She turned around.