He barely spoke, just some grunts and sometimes a yes here or there. My wife was the one doing the talking, and not in a way I heard in a while. There...came a point of this video where he was fucking her so hard, the bed was shaking and watching my wife's boobs flying around. She kept on telling me to give it to her baby. Just as fast as the sex started, he was pulling out of my wife. The young man stood up and walked over to my wife's face. She still had her legs behind her head, she was almost. Our grinding began to shift from fun and casual to sensual. She began to move her ass to my dick. She then asked well how do we dance with you infront. I the took my right thigh and placed it between her legs. Slowly grinding until she began rubbing her pussy on my thighs. I noticed that she wasnt wearing any panties as I placed my hand on her back working it to her ass. I looked at her and I am not sure what got over me but I went in for a kiss. And little did I know that was the key to our. I recalled how when Mr Franklin had first come to visit he was plainly uncomfortable resting his right buttock on the seat. Maybe the scar on the right buttock of the cameraman was that of Mark Franklin's and that video was only made very recently.Indeed Mr Franklin's first visit didn't quite sit right. Why would a man, emotionally stressed from seeing how his wife was behaving, then proceed to the point of having anal sex with her. Surely if he was angry with her to the point of wanting. His roommates kept it after graduation, since they were staying in the D.C. area.”“Wait a second,” Stephanie said, her eyes lighting up. “Let me get this straight. You’re telling me that you share an apartment with two guys who went to school with your brother.”“Yes, but?”“I’ve met your brother,” Stephanie interrupted. “He’s what, two, maybe three years older than me.”“Yes, he is, but it’s not like it sounds.”“Rebecca, I’m shocked, truly shocked,” Stephanie exclaimed in mock horror. “I didn’t.