Sam looked up anxiously , scared that he has done something wrog, rashmi saw this smiled’ have your grub in peace silly and come back here fast, go�...� she patted his head as he bent down to kiss her feet.‘done the dishes and had my breakfast Goddess’ sam said in a humble voice as he kissed tips of his wife’s toes. Rashmi switched off tv and nudged under his chin with her great toe signaling him to get up.’so slave that was nice breakfast, though I like you to improve upon your cooking skills. Angie was caressing me and encouraging me as the boys impaled me soexpertly.We decoupled and Angie became the centre of attention, slipping out herplug (for we were not allowed to be without it in at any time) andaccommodating both brothers with ease. I caressed her smooth, flattummy, feeling the cocks wriggle up inside her; the boys slowedthemselves with some discipline to avoid the inevitable.Elaine got me to lay further up the bed; after many minutes, the boysdecoupled from Angie's gaping,. I have a platinum food card and I drive an imported Fiat convertible. To them, I’m a rich Italian playboy. The women are more attuned to that than the guys,” he replied.“That’s true; your mother was a gold digger for sure.”He saw his mom punch his dad in the arm as she asked him, “Are the girls only after your money, dear?”“A few, those looking for a Mrs. degree but not most. They’re impressed by it and like to be seen on my arm, a status thing, and doing it with a foreign guy. I’m Italian,. 'This was too much; I opened my zip, pulled out my cock (with some difficulty as it was so hard.) and rammed it into her.'But that's not all.' she said hesitantly. What else you bitch?' I said as I fucked her for all I was worth. Here I was, 'turned on' out of my mind by the thought of my lovely, precious little wife being fucked by a stranger and now she is telling me that there is 'more'. 'What more can there be?' I almost yelled, as my pace was increasing rapidly.'Well... ' she hesitated..