With her face resting on Stu’s lap, she obliged. Shuffling her legs further apart, she spread her arse cheeks for him.OH! MY GOD! He lined his purpl... knob against her tiny arsehole. He was going to fuck her arse! He would split her in two, was all I could think.Barry had to hold his cock in place as it made it’s way into the tiny space. Each inch brought a grunt or a groan from my wife. But, by the way that she was rocking her hips, this wasn’t the first time that she had done this.What had she. “Fuck me, I need your cock in me boy…Grab my tits” But my hands are full, my right hand driving mercilessly into your tight cunt and my left hand is wrapped round you, my fingers flicking at your wet clit, sometimes circling and rubbing furiously at others. You take matters into your own hands, wrecklessly pulling your shoulder straps down to expose your perfect tits and then you pull with incredible force on both your nipples. We both know what this does to you and I know you are seconds away. “God, its toogood to be true,” thought Sari, as Chris unbuttoned hershirt and carefully removed it, hanging it on the backof a chair. She stood in the kitchen, in her bra, skirtand heels, reading the day’s mail. “Nice bra,” called out Sari, admiring Chris’ lightlavender, D cup bra. “This old thing?” asked Chris, as she held out thestraps to show it better (thereby exposing more of hergorgeous, firm tits), “you’ve seen it hanging in. I guess I might have stayed on in Sydney indefinitely if it hadn't beenfrom an unpleasant incident where I was mugged one night. It was myfault, taking a shortcut down an alley way in a less than salubriouspart of town. The moment I felt the arms around my body and a voicehissing in my ear "OK lady, just let me have your bag and no-one getshurt." I knew I had been a damn fool. I let the bag go and apart from afew bruises I was unscathed, but then of course there was all theinconvenience of.