The young man was on top of my wife under the blanket as he was fucking her once again. She cried out minutes later into another earth shattering orga...m as the young man told her how much of a MILF she was. A few minutes later he rolled over onto his back as my wife now rode hard on top of his cock. The two of them were still under the blanket as a chill filled the small tent. I could see how excited my wife’s nipples were as they protruded straight out as the young man sucked hard on them as. It also gives me a kick to think people might be out there getting wet or stiff on the strength of my wifes stories.As I said before her diary gives brief notes which I then get the details of when I ask questions of her while having a wank.This next one goes back to 1990 when she wrote in her diary, "Tunde came round again. He had a video with him! made him leave film with me, might have to make something up". That was all the entry said. I know from previous entries that Tunde was a Nigerian. You relaxed back as my tongue lingered over your lovely feet and toes, licking and sucking through the thin nylon. I was so turned on, its so erotic doing this. Your toes covered in the slightly darker bit of your stockings was a sexual work of art, and I was worshiping them, with my fingers and tongue and lips. My tongue had already been deep inside two of your orifices and you wondered what was next! You was so turned on now, and so comfortable that you felt you could do anything. I kissed. Somehow it was OK for her now to think of her life long best friend's father, who'd practically been a part time stand in father for her as well since she'd spent so much time over at the Morgan home over the years, as 'John' instead of 'Mr. Morgan', since she'd just had him inside her, and since at that moment he was upstairs in the arms of his own daughter.She'd been transfixed by the sight of it when the clanging of the old fashioned phones the Morgans still had around the house went off,.