After a few tantalising minutes I felt him climbing onto the bed behind me.His hands roved across my raised arse, feeling and then shockingly slapping...my buttocks. He positioned himself behind me. I felt the head of an engorged cock pressing bluntly up against my wet cunt. He rubbed it back and forth without entering me. I moaned involuntarily. Other than the online chats I had no idea who he was or what he looked like.With his hands he parted my buttocks and opened my arse. I felt the. When we got to Jeff and Amanda's we were greeted by lots of couples. There was at least eight couples there. I have to admit I Andrea was hands down the hottest wife there. I watched the husband's as Andrea started pulling down her tiny shorts. When her shorts hit the cement she bent at the waist to pick them up. Her Brazilian cut bottoms nearly in her ass crack. She stood up and never pulled the thin nylon out of her ass. She walked over to me to hand me her shorts and I told her she had every. On the return back to the whisky bottle, Trevor diverted and stopped at collapsing hay shed. Inside they looked at a vehicle that had been Trevor’s father’s pride and joy – a 1939 American Chevrolet pick-up, built in Oakland, California. Trevor recalled when he first saw the Chevy it was beautifully painted in Boatswain blue with black mudguards. Cedric couldn’t take his eyes off the rusting vehicle despite it looking almost as decrepit as the shed housing it. It was dusty, infiltrated with. .all the way out and then plunging it right back in, somehow even deeper than before. I wanted to know what her face looked like when she was just about to cum. What was her other hand doing when one was being used to guide the rubber cock in and out of her cunt? In my mind, I saw it slip down to her asshole, and I let my own hand follow suit. I placed one carefully soaped up hand and the entrance to my own hole and started to run my finger around the rim, similar to how my mother traced hers.