Her right hand dropped the rag as she moved it to his matted hair, feeling his rough beard scratch the flesh around her mouth. Her tongue flicked out ...o moisten his lips then pulled back as she felt his do likewise. When she moved her tongue forward once more she felt his; the tips met and slowly, tentatively slid over one another. His hand moved up under her arms to rest upon her shoulders, their lips sealed together and their tongues slipping deeper. She became aware of an eerie whine growing. Mike was giving her a brutal doggy style banging. He was slapping her ass very hard and talking dirty to her. They had yet to change positions. I was sitting in the hallway topless. My bikini bottoms were soaked. I wanted so much to masturbate but knew that if I did, I would have had a screaming orgasm.Krista began chanting, in a strained voice."Fuck me..fuck me."He kept up the pace, pounding away at her pussy."Ouch, my hair," I heard her say."Shut the fuck up," Mike said as he slapped her ass. "I could do anything right now and you'd grind yourself into a frenzy underneath me," Mark continues, his rigid cock threatening to burst through his pants as he pulls her shirt up over her face and throws it onto the floor beside them. "I could lick my finger and stick it in your ear, swirl it around. You'd beg me for more."More and more worked up, Mark keeps pushing. "I could tell you to kiss my feet. I could put a collar around that delicate little neck and chain you up like a dog. I could. Billy piped up and said he would donate $100 to charity for every person who would have his picture taken with his wife and her one boob out.That’s when my bastard, Willis, raised his hand and said he would donate another $100 if he could touch her boob for the picture. Dolores said, “Hell, yes, honey, come on up here.”I called Willis a bastard again the moment he said, “Let’s get Kim up here.”Next thing I know, Willis wants a second picture. This time with the four of us. Of course, he wanted.