Memories of my first time with "Big John" flashed in my mind. As I regained my composure enough to speak, I asked him if he'd cum and he told me, "No,...that he only came when he wanted to, and when he came that I'd know it." Once he knew that I had regained my senses, he started fucking me, slowly at first, then with increasing force. I have no idea how many orgasms that I had or how long they actually fucked. I seemed to be in a constant state of orgasm. They came one right after the other as. But he did notice the smell and said why do you smell like a dirty urinal? Mom responded that this her new skin lotion. Dad just shook his head and said I want lunch I am hungry. She suggested why don’t you take a shower and I will have the lunch ready in the mean time. He said OK and ran upstairs to the bathroom. I walked over to her and commended her for being a good bitch. I went in the fridge took out a cucumber and told her to put it in her cunt. She looked at the size and said no, this is. What I briefly remember is her leaning in giving me a view of her ample breasts contained behind her T-Shirt. The hot breath momentarily on my cock before her lips engaged it Her grasping, squeezing, stroking my cock slowly up and down. Her tongue atop of the head pushing down on my ejaculating hole, lips tightly clamped onto the base, causing me to spurt cum into her throat. Seeing her tongue dart out to clean her lips.My mind telling me, I HAD to call her….So I called Julie, asked her if she. My aroused wife was heaving, moaning and sighing in pleasure; she looked elated as she was not breast-feeding two stranger hungry mouths one was about double her age, the other was younger than her by some ten years. A unique experience for her: which my sexy wife was obviously enjoying a lot. She was sweating a lot she was already quite wet, I knew. And on the other hand my erection was reeling with sexual anger.Whatever, those two muslim tailors continued playing with my wife’s breasts,.