"C'mon doggy, show us what you've got."I was considering just laughing the whole thing off as a joke, but my cock was now so engorged and begging for ...elief I could not stop myself. I dripped some lube on it and started jerking off."Take it slow, doggy. We all want to enjoy this."So here I was, in the midst of full-scale masturbation in front of six attractive women. My heart was racing, my stomach was knotted, and I was in a state of bliss I don't think I'd ever known. Finally the end. Jen was sitting at the table, crying like a baby.After 23 years of marriage, I am able to detect certain hints that indicate unhappiness. This was definitely one of them! I quickly realized that whatever the problem was, it wasn't an emergency. Jen handles them very well and only allows tears when there is time to spend on personal emotions.I grabbed a cold MGD from the refrigerator, pulled out a chair from under the table, and sat down across from Jen. I knew she would tell me the cause of her. The black dildo was now going deeper in her than I could, and was stretching her WAAAYYY more than I could! Her moans were changing into whimpers, and that's when she said, "Please, no more." Of course, I kept going. Her hands were now up at her heavy breasts, pinching her nipples, but her eyes were still closed tight. I couldnt believe she wasn's stopping me, and I greedily fucked her deeper, and harder. It was a sight to see, my young, white wife taking this long, fat, black dildo. . Molly's epiphanies came from watching Alexa in nymph costume dance even more enticingly on the secret beach unseen except for Molly and Fanny and I and the guide, and then in satyr costume I attempted clumsily dancing with Alexa until we were fucking on the beach."You move like a dancer," Molly asked during the sandy fuck the lovely and sexy tour guide who wore a clingy one piece bathing suit high at the hips and low to show full cleavage, twenty-one, smart and amazingly graceful with a tight.