My wife was happy to have her nice mother at home…We had arrived there one hour before the scheduled plane landing time.Ana and I just walked down t...e airport facilities and later we decided to wait in our own car.My sexy wife was wearing tight jeans that hugged her firm ass beautifully.We both were talking about everyday things when, without missing a beat in our conversation, Anita unzipped her jeans. I asked her what she was doing, but she gave me his adorable, innocent look on her face and. Clare and I also met quite a few couples into the swinging lifestyle as we were. A little bit further south was an area with higher dunes and the gay people usually hung out there.It was a late August weekend when I was strolling down that part of the beach. As I passed a young guy who appeared to be sleeping on a large beach towel I could not help but notice he was sporting some wood.I slowed my pace and as I passed, I took a very long look at his rigid cock. It was about six inches long and. Falling down on the living room floor while removing his shoes, he lay weeping -- drunken tears of self-pity, unable to accept what he had done to cause her to leave. With a giant sob, he allowed the darkness of sleep to blanket him.Threads and remnants of life's reality appeared in his dream and were woven into a mental tapestry, depicting shards of the events that led to her departure: his layoff from the factory at the beginning of summer, the long lines at the unemployment office, the days. Igrabbed her, ordered her to kneel down and commanded "suck mydick". With trembling hands she undid my fly and released myerect cock. She oozed fear from every pore of her body, but herlips, glistening with red lip-gloss, parted slowly. I thrust mycock into her mouth, but she immediately recoiled."You don't like it, eh, Marisa? You'll adore it when I'vefinished with you." Pulling a silk scarf from my pocket Iblindfolded her tightly, grabbed her waist, roughly propelledher up the stairs and.