When I straightened both of us up I slapped her ass playfully.Ashley pouted as she looked at me. "You didn't do that right," she complained.I looked a... her and then looked over at Jessica and Jason. "Let's see. I grabbed, spin, dipped, kissed, stood her up and then gave her a loving slap. What did I miss?"Jason and Jessica looked confused as Ashley bounced around to stand in front of me. I noticed that Ashley was carefully looking up and down the corridor. She checked both directions twice and. Once I was out from under her, I flipped over and tasted her pucker. She seemed to enjoy that too as her mouth went back to pleasing Christina. As my tongue slowly penetrated her back door, Stephanie moaned heartily into Christina's splayed puss.Stephanie must have been concentrating hard on Christina because the sensual reverberations were reaching a fevered pitch. I continued my tonguing of her opening rosebud but didn't push any further. I wanted both of the ladies to enjoy Christina's. She remembers a Santana album being played, and that the first black athlete used the song rhythms deep inside her. Bill had the sound set loud enough to mask all the action in that back room where my wife was.His 8-inch fat cock was attached to a 220-pound six-foot frame. And what turned out to be the theme of the evening: “fit athletes fucking a fit athlete”. Remember, the guys had seen my wife on campus, and at the strip club. They knew that she had run full 26.2-mile marathons in most. Ronnie’s body was just so sexy and touching it like this was beyond his wildest dreams. “Can you rub some more lotion on my lower back?” Veronica murmured softly in a sleepy half-whisper. She was feeling very relaxed now and had closed her eyes. The young unsatisfied wife was in her own dreamy daze and naughty reverie. It had been so long since she had felt the touch of a man’s hands on her still firm and youthful body. The tingles and thoughts Veronica was feeling were positively devilish..