‘This is a private party mate.’ The man on the bed said lazily taking another puff of weed. ‘Are you Greg Wilde?’ Chad demanded. ‘Maybe, who...wants to know?’ he said with a hint of amusement in his voice, by now, Rita had rejoined him on the bed and proceeded to give the man a blowjob. She seemed to be deriving pleasure from having the man who had rejected her earlier watch her perform, though it left Chad cold. Trying to control the uncontrollable rage that he was feeling at the moment he said. Sometimes if she breathed heavily enough you could actually see her tits straining the fabric of her shirt. Every man in her office wanted that fourth button to just pop off, finally releasing her breasts that were the only thing a lot of her colleagues had to look forward to at work. Nobody really knew what she did. Copy girl? Secretary, perhaps? Fuck knows — all they knew was that she was beautiful. When she spoke to you she often sat on your desk and crossed her legs, which made that little. Charlotte suddenly froze in a frenzied half crunch and screamed "cummmminnng!" Greg could see his wife's intense orgasm rack her entire body. Her toes where curled tight in spasm, her nipples were as hard as glass and her mouth was open with her teeth bared. Greg thought WOW Charlotte really cums hard, I've never seen her orgasm. Charlotte relaxed and the man pulled the long penis out of her pussy. Greg could see the shiney veiny hard cock fresh from his wife's cunt. "No Daddy!" Charlotte cried. I try to resist it, but I can’t. I reach back behind his head and pull him towards me. His lips feel cold when they touch mine. I kiss him lightly at first, and then I deepen the kiss. He doesn’t hesitate, but he continues to let me lead. Soon we’re going full into the kiss. No hesitations. What the fuck am I doing? I don’t stop. I can’t. He pushes me back onto the bed. I scoot myself up and he follows, his lips never leaving mine. He unbuttons my shirt and I squirm out of it. I pull his.