We finished early, so he suggested we go out for a few drinks. I agreed, so he went upstairs to ask his wife (Kathy) if she wanted to go with us. She ...greed. He came back downstairs and said she'd be right down. She came down the stairs wearing sandals and a sun dress, and not too much else it seemed. She was light skinned with a few freckles, about 5'6", and weighed about 125 lbs. She had long, brown, curly hair pulled back into a pony tail. She was a very sexy woman. I could tell she had. He noticed several young ladies eyeing him up as he made his way out of the mosh pit. He needed a drink after all that dancing and had hoped to grab a beer. After making his way to the concession, he grabbed a Guinness and stood against one of the beams in the concert hall to watch his favorite band, Mastodon play, and to take a breather. He took a sip and gently bobbed his head to the beat. He remembered that the members of Mastodon came from Atlanta, Georgia in the United States and he found. She was helpless, sandwiched between us both and she simply submitted to her intense anal pounding. At one point, the expression of my wife’s face did not resemble her at all. She actually looked possessed. WE all have a fuck-face, but this one was totally new to me. She was lost somewhere in her own little, nasty, lust-filled world. Each of her orgasms slid into the next one. I lost count and I was concerned that she would loose consciousness. HE shifted his angle slightly and I was, once. He studied the contents of the tray, rolled his eyes and went on about his business. The woman set up the tray for Jess, said “Enjoy.” and left. Jess looked it over and rolled her eyes, like the doctor did. She had a cup of chicken broth, a small cup of apple juice and a dish of lime Jello. “Mmm, Lime Jello. My favorite,” Jess said sarcastically. “Eat up, Honey,” Grammi ordered. “You need to keep you strength up.” “With this?” Jess argued. “Yes,” I said looking her in the eyes, trying to.