I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scare..., stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking. Tess’ eyes were closed and her lower lips was caught between her teeth. Tucker pressed his fingers deeper into her pussy and smiled at the tremble of her body and the fact that her hands clawed at the wall, but never left it. He slid his tongue along the crease of her ass and found her tightly closed bud. He pushed his tongue deep and was rewarded with a moan. “Oh fuck me Tucker,” Tess cried out. She pressed down onto his finger and back into his mouth. Tucker stood and placed his hands on. . but it's just looking isn't it? Why don't you have some real fun, for a change? There are at least five couples, right here in this apartment complex, who are real swingers... and..." Damn it! You're always wanting me to do something like that... and I'm not going to! I get my kicks watching... !" You're really afraid of it, aren't you? Afraid you couldn't perform... ?" You know I can... if I'm not under pressure... but if some woman was trying to force herself on me... well... you know what. They were both friends with Mac, who had invited Gwen and Kelsey to the party. They were seated outside at one of the many wooden tables intermittently spersed around the picnic area. Theirs was mostly hidden by a copse of trees with low hanging branches, shrouding them in semi secluded privacy.Connor was tall, at least six one or two. He was lean, but sturdy. She knew instinctively he could carry her easily in his arms. He had lightly tanned skin several shades lighter than her own. His eyes.