I slipped my right hand beneath my skirt, caressing my inner thigh as my fingers crept higher and higher. A flushed tingle shot up to my pussy, alread... soaking my dainty panties. I moaned louder, my excitement building.“Shit,” groaned Max. He was like Ricky, a clean-cut member of the football team. They were both chiseled-chin and broad-shouldered, though Max's hair was black and Ricky's only a dark brown. They didn't grow their hair long like dirty hippies. They were respectable boys.“Fuck. No pressure to perform. Play golf occasionally pay for everything of course but would have done that anyway. He stepped away to refill glasses.Hands removing the women’s clothing, their plump arses and tits groped, fingers probing their gashes, poking into their cunts rubbing their clits, making them squeal and pull away straight into another set of hands ready to finger and grope them.The mother in law pulling and tugging at two massive cocks as she smiled and barked orders for all to hear. The trucker stepped out from between the cab and trailer. His cock was still out of his jeans and jutted out and up in front of him. He boldly strutted across the lot to my pickup. As he watched the first guy fuck me, he jacked his cock; occasionally slapping it down with the back of his hand and making it jump back up and hit his stomach.“You want some of this?” the guy in the pickup asked, his voice low and gravelly.“Sure,” the trucker responded.The first guy stepped back, dragging his. I resisted his move and got released from his hands. And started scolding him for his behavior. He was so calm and told me how much he loved me.As a married woman, I was not able to take his words. And went on scolding but secretly, I liked his move. I too wanted his dick badly. He made me cool and convinced me how I’m not having a good sex life. While talking to me, he was crying my thighs and hands. I was in confusion, slowly he again moved his hands on my boobs and started pressing it.