The guy behind was fucking her hard and pulling her hair. Her pigtailed hair was now just ragged bunches. Her stockings were on as were her shoes. The...seams were all wonky and rips and stains could be seen on them in the light of the lamppost they were fucking my wife under."This is the slag's husband," I was introduced to the men as. They kept fucking her."Great fucking ride mate," the one banging her said to me as he pumped away at her, pulling her arse closer.She muffled a 'hello love' to. She feels she's just average looking and seems to care more about tending to the family farm than dating, much to the disappointment of the local boys.At 18, due in part to her protective brother and overprotective father, she's never really dated much and is still a virgin. Her father never wanted her to get knocked up at an early age before marriage and ruin her life so he, and his trusty shotgun, kept most of the boys away from his hot bodied daughter.Of course, as Missy began to mature, she. I moved all furniture out to the walls of the living room and sat on a new yoga mat. Dressed in shorts and a tank top I had 2 water bottles. I fell a little bad that I have been leaving plastic bottles in space but hydration is a key part good trips.Sitting crosslegged I tucked in bottle between my legs and opened the other one. I tossed the pill into my mouth and washed it down, the movement hit sooner than ever! Water pouring from the bottle over my face overfilling my mouth. The visual. ”Alex grabbed my cock through my shorts. She had a vice grip on my balls. It was hot.“Careful mister. It is our anniversary, but I will cut your dick off.”“Is that a promise?”I turned Alex around and kissed her plump lips.“I want you.”“I’m yours.”I looked around.“Over there. That alley. Let’s go.”“Back alley sex late at night on my anniversary? Wow, you really do love me.”“Only the best back alleys for my girl. Are you wearing a bra?”“Nope.”“Panties?”“Of course not.”I reached into Alex’s.