But you're gonna have to prove you're up to it, by taking all that you can of me in your pussy." "What are you waiting for then, girl? Put that monst...r of yours to work!" "All right, Summer. You got it." Jordan slowly pulled her cock out from between Summer's cleavage. The massive, two-foot long shaft gleamed in the lights of the room. Jordan ran her hand along the veined shaft, making slippery sounds. Summer's eyes opened wide, and her mouth gaped as she stared at Jordan in unabashed. My wife was facing away and didn't see him, but I knew full well what he was up to. He sat in his driver seat, and I could see his hand furiously pumping away at his cock. He had probably driven up in time to see her bent over naked waiting for me. So he likely had an incredible view of her ass. This was all too much for me and in no time I shot stream after stream of my cum deep inside her. She let out a deep groan as I did and I could tell she was cumming too. As I pulled out of her I saw. My nose was also even with her sex. I could smell her, but she didn’t smell like any other woman I had ever been with. Maybe she used a special perfume down there. Or maybe Swedish women smell different than Irish women.She reached down and lifted up on my hands so that I would rise from my knees. As we stood up, she pulled us both over onto the bed. We kissed fervently. I suckled at her pert, pink breasts while she moaned in joy. Somehow, even her moans were light and silvery.She didn’t object. He started to panic, thinking he had kept her waiting so long, that she had decided to leave. Pete looked around the uptown area, a juncture of two secondary state highways surrounded by local businesses and the town bank. Pete stopped and stared, at the front of the bank stood the ‘Old Towne Clock’, the story was it went up when the town was incorporated over a century ago. That wasn’t what was important to Pete though, what was important was that, according to the clock, it was only five.