While I washed down the last morsels with the fruity South African Shiraz, I was thinking of my wife. What if Alfred's five minutes were stretched int... hours, days, even forever? What would she find, how would she react if she went downstairs now? Could or would Alfred transport her as well? A lot of questions with no answers in sight.I cleared the table, stacking the dishes in the sink, did some snooping in the kitchen and found a thermos of coffee as well as the bottle of cognac. Catering was. Bang on time a knock came at the door. I sashayed to the door checked through the spy hole and saw him. I opened the door and beckoned him in.He was wearing work clothes - jeans, polo shirt and tatty trainers dressed for a hard days graft. I was still in my slutty outfit from the night before still half cut. What a pair we made.I positioned him in front of the camera (he was aware) then gave a cheeky wink to whoever was watching and took out Andys cock from his jeans. He was average size nice. My ass was holding on to his dick. Mamaji got on my back and kept thrusting his penis in and out of my ass. He grabbed one of my breasts with his right hand and turned my face with his left hand and started to kiss me. I was in ecstasy. The ass fuck was amazing and I couldn’t hold it. I bit mamaji’s lip and moaned. I said “Mamaji push it harder and deeper. Fuck me harder. Pound me really hard. Imagine all those whore whom you wanted to fuck and couldn’t. Put all that frustration and anger and. . then pushing up and under... "Oohhhh!" she sighed, as a ripply wet caress soaked the slick petals of her crevice and another lick petted them open. Billie tensed her back, but the new sensation had prevented her from moving away. Little by little Hanson was stretching her panty crotch over and moving his mouth in to take its place. Then his lips went away for a moment and she felt strong fingers hook under the sheer band. Hanson was tearing something--tearing her panties! Billie tried to.