I was frozen. I didn't know what to think. I was torn between my erotic fantasy driven desires and the man I thought I was supposed to be. No real man...let his wife fuck around, especially not in front of him and never found excitement in it.Then she stepped closer to me.I could smell the sweet wine on her breath and the dampness of her sex. She leaned closer and whispered in my ear. She said that it was turning her on to be naughty in front of me, to be the woman of my fantasies. She whispered. “Why is that?” Marty responded.With a look of total superiority, Juan replied, “Because it’s not big enough.”Totally intrigued, Marty asked, “And why is that?”“Chica, I may not have the longest cock you have ever seen, but I can promise you that it’s the thickest pinga you have ever seen.” After a pause, Juan then resumed, “It won’t fit in your mouth… but I can promise you that it will fit in your culo. It’s, jodidamnte gruso,” Juan concluded with an air of superiority.By now, Marty’s. Her mouth opened wider and her throat relaxed, allowing me to slide fully into her until I felt her soft lips on my hairless pubes, Her mouth fucked me slowly, the head of my cock hitting the back of her throat with every down stroke of her head. I was in heaven, buried in her hot mouth and her naked hairless slit just inches from my face as her fingers worked the steamy folds. I could tell from the grunts and moans that she was almost ready. I had a beautiful view of her puss as her. It was a crime to watch that man and his family act as though they had a right to be in that building.Getting to that imposter in the White House was impossible, Ed knew that, unless someone wanted to try a suicide mission, but suicide missions were for fucking ragheads, not real Americans. Or maybe not, given the right circumstances. The daughters, however, there were some possibilities there. Vladimir was right, they could be a distraction. Maybe just enough, and it might be worth a.