Unhone khaste hue mujhe ishara kiya maine natak karte hue apna lund bahar hi rehne diya or woh unhe salami de rha tha woh black colour ki nighty mai t...i jisse woh kaafi sexy lag rahi thi maine apn lund chupaya par unki nazar mere lower ke under babe tent par thi unhone chillate hue pooch kya kar rahe the maine darte hue sorry bola or unhone bade softly kha its kk tumhari umar mai yeh sab normal hai or fir woh meri gf ke baare mai poochne lagi maine kha pehle thi ab nai hai or unhone kuch kiya. ."Sheeeiiiit, shag me, roger me, fuck me..."Fuck me with that plastic willy."She continued her constant nasty talk, her erratic breathing showing she was close. I stopped fucking her and ordered, "Bounce back on my cock, my British slut," as I slid a finger in her ass."Oh shit," she moaned, as she bounced back on the cock, my finger going deeper into her backdoor. "Oh yesss, bugger my ass."Another British term that amused me, ass sounding somehow nastier than ass, and bugger in a class of its. She waited.. and nothing. Isn't it working? she fretted. She looked down as she felt an extra tingling sensation in her chest and saw that she had breasts beginning to form. Just then she was distracted by the weight of her head as she noticed that she now had longer hair, it was now down to the middle of her back. As she looked down, she noticed her legs getting leaner and her hated manhood getting smaller and then disappearing. The bulge in her panties was now gone, and her view was blocked. I heard them move into the open room adjacent to the dining room. Though my breathing was still heavy I could hear a fiddling and ruffling going on. Next thing I knew, my wife's skirt and blouse were thrown under the table to me along with a pair of men's trousers. I could hear my wife let out a gasp. A few moments later the sound of skin slapping and light grunts filled the room. I dared to slightly move the table cloth so I could peek and see what was going on. The man had taken position.