We are both big fans of tequila. I don’t think either of our homes are ever without it. In fact on the really bad days at work I have a flask I keep...hidden in my office. She walks into the living room with tequila and shot glasses. I notice she is staring at my chest with a look of lust on her face. I know she is thinking the same thing I was on my ride over here. We both like to look at the chest on men and obliviously that is the case as well with women. Michelle pours us a shot and joins me. I knew he wanted to cum and was waiting for my wife to lift way and let him shoot, she has only let me cum in her mouth once and when I let my load loose she almost threw up as it hit her throat. Now she was pinned to a huge cock that was going down her throat with no where to go. He Gave a few short strong pumps to her mouth, then through the door I could hear him moan as he lifted his hips up and pushed her head down. With a great cry he let go his waiting sperm from his balls, shooting down. He was poised for flight, an unconscious reaction to the situation on his part. He wasn’t used to dealing with situations like this, and was very uncomfortable.There was an awkward moment of silence. It was broken when both, at the same time, said “I’m sorry.”Bob felt a surge of affection for this slip of a girl, who had only months to live. It made him uncomfortable. Affection, along with the fact that he couldn’t get the image of her slim body, standing there almost naked, out of his mind. He was shaking, shivering, and writhing, impaled on my cock. It felt wonderful. To me.I held myself deep inside, to let him try to get used to me in his ass. When he calmed down, I pulled out so just my head was still lodged in his ass, then I slowly pushed in and then out. Setting up a slow in and out motion, Dave's screaming and whining turned into a moan. Not stopping, I looked down where my cock was pulling out of his ass. His hole was bright red, and stretched as I pulled back. No blood on.