The wife whose name was Lolita gave me a funny look and pushed her husband forward like she was volunteering him for special duty.The weight of the hu...band on my petite frame was a bit of a shock but I did not mind too much because he was sporting the most enormous erection that was up at an angle that made penetration relatively easy. I just lifted my legs up instinctively and the wife grabbed my ankles and held me in place whilst he speared me with his tool in a way that took all of the wind. I felt her hands on my hips and her thumbs slipping into the waistband of my shorts. With one quick movement she pushed my shorts down to my ankles. She shifted slightly to my right side but still pressing her breasts against my back. She reached around with her right arm grabbing my cock. She began to methodically jerk me off softly kissing my neck using her tongue occasionally. In no time, she had me with a raging erection as I gripped the stove with both hands for balance. Lexie’s hand was. I didn’t care. I reloaded for my next shot.“If the doorbell rings answer it. It will be for you!”Yep, there was that sound again, definitely a sob. Tears at last, though I’m sure not shed for our marriage…The doorbell rang as if on cue. Sandra opened it to see her father. His eyes burned with righteous fire. I felt the slap from the other side of the house!“From this minute on you have no family. Live in streets, that’s how whores like you survive right?”“Papa, please…”“Your mother would have. The feel of your semi erectness against my clitoris as you bounced me around when we climbed the stairs felt heavenly and all I could concentrate on was you. It had been so long since I felt a man press himself into the hot cavern between my legs. While thinking about the distant memory that was my last sexual encounter, the sudden feel of soft fabric surprised me as you playfully threw me on my back. I was so grateful that I was wearing underwear from Primark as you took no time in ripping my.