I went back into the room. I moved around behind him and started rubbing his cock. His whole body stiffened at first but then continued on with his to...gue-lashing of my wife's cunt. When he was rock hard and obviously enjoying the attention, I squeezed some gel onto his ass and began to massage his asshole with my finger until it opened enough for me to fit it inside. At this, he tried to pull his head up, but my wife, just moaned and wrapped her legs tight around his head. After 5 seconds of. I came in my pants as soon as I saw Helen McCleavy slide her soapy hand between her legs. Panting, with wet trousers and soaked in sweat I dropped to my seat.Sarah Whithenshore saw the wet patch on the front of my trousers and laughed. Pointing to the evidence she shouted out "Paul's wet himself." And laughed louder.Ignoring The Terrorist's demands for calm and quiet, the class all tried to see my humiliation for themselves.I made myself not having come, uncome? I tell you, trying to describe. She started fucking him. Her back straightened and she rocked her hips with his dick deep inside her, burying him to his balls. After a few moments of this, she put her palms on the couch and pumped her ass, working that dick in and out of her pussy. Her pussy lips widened as the dick slid deep, and narrowed as she moved to its tip; Nickie fucked him slow so I could see this. She threw her head back to moan, almost losing the control she had over the cock she owned. I went to her and cupped her. I’m sorry Lloyd, but Ryan and I have to leave immediately for Midford."I got my camping stuff together and said I’d walk home so that they could get on the road. There were lights on in the living room, but the drapes were closed. I went in the side door of the garage and dumped everything. I then went into the kitchen through the back door. I could hear some strange noises in the front of the house.As I stepped into the living room, I was surprised to see a naked man and woman on the rug. She.