" The voice belonged to Hap Barnes, the baker at the Woodman Bakery.There were other catcalls and good-natured heckling. Lee Roy sat down next to the ...udge and accepted his coffee and doughnuts. "You don't mind if I sit here do you, Judge?" Well I do believe it would be a welcome break to sit next to a fellow scholar of the English language. What has prompted your efforts toward self improvement, friend Lee Roy?"Turning serious, Lee Roy answered, "I am tired of being me, Judge. I listen to. "Your wife's pussy is..." he pushes a finger deep into her cunt. She groans and starts kissing his neck desperately, "...soaking wet. Show us your cock." I pull the apron aside, my pathetic little cock waving in the air. "Touch it," he said. I'm almost delirious with excitement and I wrap my hand around it and start pumping quickly. "Did I tell you to do that?" he asks calmly. I freeze, panicked. I fucked up. Oh, fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. He pulls my wife's head back a few inches. "I'd like to. Johnson, sorry about my impetuous nature but, in all honesty, you did ask me to fill you up as well."Belinda fortunately did not remember that part of the conversation but was in no position to dispute the oily man's rendition of the blurry part of the drive."In fact, I believe your house is only at the exit after this next one and "we" should have you home safely in a matter of minutes."She almost ran up the driveway to the front door waving to the smooth-talking instructor like a girl coming. Naomi complied, lifting her butt into the air so that he could mount her. She felt Matt’s hands grab her hips as the tip of his cock slipped back into her. New angles, new feelings of experiencing Matt. The rocking motion now changed into slapping as her petite butt crashed against his hips. Smack, smack, smack with each wave of pleasure of him penetrating her. Matt looked down, seeing Naomi’s gorgeous white booty play hide and seek with his black cock. He watched the fat in her butt ripple,.