She looked at me and whispered "Race ya" And she took off. I took off a second after her. For a couple seconds, I was behind her. I had a quick glimps... of her ass, then sped up. We both slammed into the net of the trampoline at the same time. "A tie" she heaved. We both took a few seconds before getting onto the trampoline to catch our breaths. I unzipped the net and we climbed in. We both started jumping, getting higher and higher with each leap. We continued jumping for another ten. As the weeks passed, she became less self-conscious about Nick watching her face as she climaxed during anal sex. What she really loved most about a missionary style ass fucking was watching her husband unravel as he enjoyed her forbidden hole.Nick was typically very controlled during sex. However, as he rammed his cock in and out of her ass, she often saw a look of unrestrained primal lust in his eyes. The added force of her body weight pressing down, while his massive cock reamed her asshole,. It's not important." "It is to me," said Elizabeth. "And me," added Ingrid. Bernard lowered his eyes. "I said if you framed that lovely ass with a garter belt and stockings, put three inch pumps on his feet, spread his legs and bent him over a sofa, there isn't a man in the world who could resist buggering him," Gerhard confessed. "And I added," Ingrid laughed, "and very few women who could resist that cock. And then Gerhard and I noticed Elizabeth start to giggle to herself. I asked her what. "He did have a bit of a drink problem", he replied as they reached the outskirts of their suburb. His wife turned, her lips quivering and her reply was one more of shock to have to answer such an allegation. "He ... he did not"."Come on it Wendy, whether you believe it or not your cousin was a drunkard. Take for example that gathering, not long after they were married, he was so drunk that he couldn't stand up and fell head long into the garden and his wife and her father got him to his feet..