The aromas wafting from the baked flesh were all but intoxicating in their headiness. His wife did not answer with words, she knew better, Anthony kne..., than to speak when he was preparing a masterpiece. He always trusted her to assist him with professional decorum, knowing he did not mean his mannerisms as any sort of rudeness. Leaving the thigh meat for a moment, he returned to the stove where simmered a trio of sauces which included his patented spicy mole, a creamy lemon butter sauce made. ."Look at this little wanker"..God knows where it might end up.. i have my fears it will be on the screens of her friends and the stud she had been texting throughout our meeting."Sent" was all I had heard as my orgasm had been building.Now I felt destroyed internally. My stomach was all over the place, as I felt the salty taste of my own seed sliding down my throat in front of her smiling face."All of it, come on now..... Bitchboy"The words almost spat out .at meHer little bitch boy..... There. She bent herself from the waist to adjust some knobs. Probably she was adjusting the water pressure and the temperature. Her ass was so wide and so white. I could see her asshole. But at the same time I felt I would tear my dick’s skin. I came near her, pressed her butts and asked her to bring the condom from my pants pocket. She looked into my eyes and then towards her pussy,” sir I cannot take in it anymore.” I said,” You got other hole better than this.” And inserted my finger in her ass. He took a deep breath, trying to compose himself.The other burglar stood over Sonja, stroking his stiffened member with his gloved hand, his eyes exploring her gorgeous body. She lay there, her legs spread wide, moaning with anticipation as she softly caressed her tender clit,"I bet you love it," the burglar with the gun snarled. "I bet you just love watching anyone fuck your little girlfriend. You'd like him to fuck her brains out. Wouldn't you?"Matt was out of breath with excitement."No watch.