I clung on to him and ordered him to not stop, to go on fucking me hard. But he collapsed on me totally spent, panting like a marathon runner. His shi...t was soaked with sweat. Finally his breathing calmed and he was nice enough to get off me as I still had my ankles up round my ears. He sat down on the seat and I swirled around and was sitting by the far door. For a moment neither of us spoke. His gaze was lost in the distance somewhere in the blackness of the garage. I felt used and abused. My father will probably be secretly jealous: his middle-aged son marrying a 'bright young thing'. Actually that phrase went out years ago but he's seventy-two now so he probably still uses it." He grinned. "I doubt he'll think of you as a 'dolly bird'."Lottë smacked his face gently. "I hope you don't, you old cradle snatcher."They both laughed.They walked back to the City and went to a pub that Robin had used on a number of occasions. Although they walked hand in hand he was pleased that Lottë. She was mad at him for not fucking me longer she said for that mistake you are going to take the butt-plug out of my husbands ass and clean the cum off of it. Then you are to lick his asshole till he is clean. I felt him pull the butt plug out, and cum started leaking out of my loose ass. I felt him licking on my ass and all of a sudden he stuck his tongue right up my hot asshole it felt good he licked for a while and than he quite. My wife came over and looked at my ass, she reached down and. Ana was soaking already, as he was rubbing her clit. I saw her shuddering with the excitement. He finally pulled her thong off her sweet body. He knelt above her with his cock in his hand and he parted her pussy lips with his thick head.He slid it up and down getting her ready for it. Ana was now panting heavy and telling him to do it… she wanted it bad. Alfred then pushed forward a little bit his head inside her cunt and that magnificent black serpent started to disappear inside my sweet Ana’s.