I guess that was a pretty dumb thing to say. She's in Creative Writing but we don't sit near each other. She said she wanted you to take yearbook pict...res. I know that." That's part of it. I sold her a $600 package. She has a championship horse she wants a good portrait of and she wants a good shot of her in her English riding gear on him. She also wants something suitable for the yearbook. She's got that sit-down portrait mindset for that but thats not what I have in mind." Really. What do you. He said he was going to come. My wife quickly took her mouth off his cock and started to jerk him off two handed. When he exploded his cum splashed her neck, her leather encased tits and stomach. For her efforts thick ropes of his sperm clung to her breasts. He kept spurting for what seemed like minutes and she kept jerking him until she had milked him clean. "Now remember, nothing to anybody."Laughing he said sure. "Excuse me I have to use the bathroom." he said putting down the phone." The. Stuff it back in my ass and pound me. Fuck me hard. Fuck me deep. Make me your fucking whore."This time he complied and he rammed it home fucking me with deep, relentless strokes, his balls bouncing wildly against mine as he abused my horny ass. His stamina was impressive, and even in the cold restroom, I felt his sweat dripping onto my upturned ass and running down my back. I was lucky to last five minutes when I fucked my wife, but I got the feeling this fucker could last all day if he wanted. "Now turn around, put the cushion on the step ladder and kneel on it. Then, rest your chest on the table. I'll be back in a minute." Of course, my immediate impulse was to get up and bolt through her back door and out of there. But the thought of LeAnn finding out what I'd gotten myself into kept me right there in Edna's dining room. I needed time to figure this all out.I could hear Edna in the living room closet, opening boxes and manically rifling through them. A few minutes later I heard the.