But that was nothing compared to what followed. When I'd come back into the room, Amanda was sitting there watching me. I didn't say much. I wasn't re...lly sure what the hell to say. Until she initiated it. And I wound up standing there watching her take her shirt off and her shorts off. I was topless and staring at creamy thighs, panties, and a peach colored bra on a sixteen year old with a petite smaller body on bottom, and top heavy with a fucking chest like I'd never seen. For a girl her. At this point my wife said nothing and grabbed my crotch and stroked it.“Imagine his white cock inside you” I whispered in her ear as I stroked her wet pussy. Again she said nothing but I knew she was liking the idea. We entered our hotel room. My wife started to undo my shirt and she kissed my chest, I made her move down so she was on her knees, and she got the message and started to undo my belt and pulled my jeans down. She started to tease me by kissing and softly biting my cock whilst I. One mandate came forward again, to her spunk covered body and pissed on her tits, others joined him and pissed on her face and thighs. She was frantically riding the two dildo’s while being abused, by these men.Most of the men started to leave a boy 4 remained, and two white vans arrived, and 20 more men piled out and crammed round her with cocks ready to abuse her, so more face fucking as she slumped on the two dildo’s up her cunt and arse as she was unable to fuck them herself.I lifted her up. She was drinking an Irish Mist, I could tell by the glass and its colour as well as the odour. As she turned to face me, I had the feeling she already knew I was there. It was as if she’d been expecting me. I had an uncanny feeling about this. She wasn’t the kind of girl I was used to meeting. Her age was indefinable. She could have been in her forties just as her early or late twenties. I really couldn’t tell. In general, I was pretty good at guessing people’s ages and in2particular women, but.