As I watched, I couldn’t help but get my cock out and slowly stroke it. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing and I couldn’t believe that I was ...ctually enjoying it. I had never really thought about anything like this happening before and always assumed that I would go mad and beat the crap out of any guy who so much as touched my wife's hand. I watched as Rob slowly unbuttoned the front of her shorts. I could now see the top of her white panties. It was only then I noticed Joan’s right hand. I sat up, bringing her tits to my face, and took one into my mouth, tenderly caressing it between my lips and with my tongue. "Harder. Suck it harder," she whined. I increased my pressure, not wanting to hurt her. "Suck it harder, fucker," she yelled at me. By now I had it between my teeth, and was not sucking, but nearly chewing. "Mmm...that's it. I like it that way. Suck the other one too." Dutifully, I did. Suddenly, she pushed me back down and dismounted as if she'd had enough. And there I. He lifted his hips towards her but said nothing. ‘May I suck your nice English cock into my soft, warm American mouth?’ ‘I want all of you. Take it.’ ‘May I lift your cock with my fingers and lower my head to it, pursing my moist lips, reading to receive your joy?’ ‘Yes,’ he practically hissed, stroking her hair. ‘Suck me.’ He leant back and enjoyed the feathery touch of her thumbs endlessly stroking the length of his firm cock, from base to tip and from tip to base. He looked down to see her. As I walked back in the bedroom I quickly started to search for panties. There was a small pile of clothes at the bottom of the bed. As I routed through them I realised it was just shirts and trousers.I then went over to the clothes hamper in the corner, surely there would be some in here....Nothing! Just a shirt. This can’t be happening I thought to myself.Just as I thought that my luck was out and it wasn’t going to be my day, I spun quickly round to see a small pair of jeans on the.