The leader started talking to the kids and they stopped dead in their tracks. He told them they were trespassing but the property they were on belonge... to rich old man Flinn, and he was on a hunting trip. Which is what they told the gang, but they just used that as helpful information. "So his house in empty yoiu say?" Salene was mortified she couldnt believe they gave up that kind of info. As they were walking up the drive to the house saline got a good look at them when the moonlight hit. The. Henry picked it up and sat it between me and him. “Can I have some?” Helene asked him. “No, none for you… if you want to eat you must entertain us! Why don’t you be a good pet and give us a little show at the end of the bed?” as he said that Henry picked up a strawberry and fed it to me in the most suggestive manner possible. Helene lifted up her chemise and laid down at the edge of the bed and started touching herself. First she rubbed her breasts and then one hand went down to her pussy and. ..When the guys came out of the back room, one guy tossed my wife's bra to the bartender and told him to hang it behind the bar. The singer hung her thong on the microphone, pointed at me and said to the crowd, that white boys wife knows how to suck dick. She just sucked off all four of us in the back room... Most of the crowd cheered, while several laughed.Several minutes later, my wife came out of the back room and sat at our table. She had tried to clean herself up the best she could but. "Fuck!" Ron gasped and fell on top of her again.His tongue resumed its exploration of Michele's hot wet mouth and his hands began to explore herbody. He hiked up her skirt and nestled the tip of his cock between her stocking-clad thighs and beganto hump her legs.Michele could feel the heat of Ron's cock as he fucked her thighs; it was iron hard and throbbing. Shecould feel a little wetness as the hard cock leaked pre-seminal fluid. He was gasping and moaning andMichele didn't think it would be.