“you’re a man, right?” she had goateed me. I didn’t mind doing all the work since it gave me a chance to watch Ary through the clear boxes I h...d stacked up. When we finally got up the stairs to the office she had me put the boxes down in a corner then patted me on the head “good boy.” She said in a cutesy voice. I decided to get her back and caught her off guard by kissing her neck. It was not out of character for me to poke at her sides or the back of her neck, but I felt extra bold today. She. Tom grinned as Jenna sucked down his erection and began to go to work on it. As sad as he might have been about the unusually lackluster blow-job, the sight of his pretty blonde wife slamming her torso back and forth between the cocks in her pussy and ass more than made up for it. As it was his third run of the evening, Tom was able to disconnect from the tongue wrapped about his engorged phallus and congratulate himself at the well-executed party.It hadn't been easy to get Jenna to agree to. I went to the dance club to see how it was going but didn't let her see me. Curtis was making sure her glass was never empty. She gets pretty flirty when she drinks and I could tell she was plenty friendly especially on the dance floor. I'm not much of a dancer so she was really enjoying her time on the dance floor. I went back to the motel and found my spot...behind a floor length curtain. It was perfect, about 5 feet from the bed so just in case she did go through with it, I could see and. We screwed in our parent’s homes, in friend’s houses, in hotels and motels, in parking lots. We shagged in regular and water beds, on the floor, on tables, on couches and chairs, and on the commode. We traveled hundreds and thousands of miles to hump each other. My favorite position was female superior, because I could watch and fondle her breasts, and suck on her nipples. She said she preferred missionary, because of the deep penetration and her ability to see me. Over time we tried most Kama.