“I’d sure rather have you than one o’ them slick fellers she keeps runnin’ into in the music racket.”“Well, I’ll keep that in mind, Mrs....Compton,” said Bobby.“Whyn’t you call me Madge,” said the woman. “We’s friends and all.”“Okay, Madge,” said Bobby. “Seeing as how I got some time on my hands ... you got anything around here that needs fixing?”Misty was bouncy and elated when she got home. She’d left an astonished Jasper at the hotel after helping him sell four songs that she said she’d put on. I knew that meant she would probably give me a hand job during the movie. I quickly got dressed. Once we got to the 9:00 pm showing and found our seats along the back row, I noticed the other 5 couples who were at the movie too. All the guys had the manly man look and all of the women had that girly girl look. My wife had worn my black leather trench coat. I soon found out that she had nothing else on underneath. My wife is 42 years old. She is 54. She is a hair dresser, so you know how slutty. You cry out and moan. Another thrust, deeper this time. I feel you getting so wet so fast. The cloth I just tore from you is hanging from a bush in easy reach. I grab it and wrap it around the tree, binding your wrists there. You could get away, but the message is clear and you don’t struggle any more. Another thrust and you whimper, ‘Daddy I….’ I growl, ‘No Daddy right now girl.’ But I withdraw a little, and slide back in gently. You hook your leg around me and I’m having you. Sure deep. I rode him slowly I could see the urgent need in his face, but I was in no hurry. I rubbed my tits on his chest, DAMN!! they were sensitive too. I started small orgasms. I looked up and Rose's Black ass was riding on a white cock, what a contrast, Suddenly she yelped out and he bucked up, unloading into her, I think I could see his pulsating ass as he shot squirt after squirt of cum into her. My cock was getting desperate so I sped up and allowed him to shoot into me, just as the guy in Gale.