‘Rai?’ he growls in front of me, lips pursed, eyes shooting daggers at the man behind me. ‘Hey! Short time no text.’ ‘I’ve been looking ...verywhere for you.’ ‘Had to get a drink first.’ I raise the glass in my hand and unceremoniously down it. ‘Think I need another.’ The guy behind me leans close to my ear, hand snaking around my middle and up to my breast. He lets out a yelp a second before I’m pressed up against a hard body, staring into slitted blue eyes. Ooh, Leo’s pissed. ‘Want to keep. "There is nothing like a nonstop river flowing right onto your face," John let out.Then Elaine got off him. She got onto her knees, and took his cock in her right hand. She guided it into her pussy, and rode her own son. Her boobs were shaking quite a bit, and I could tell, that John absolutely loved that. I was standing right next to the bed, and I got a really close look at her boobs. I had to wonder, if I was at least bi-curious."They are real by the way," Elaine put on the record."May I?" I. As she ground her lips against his, her nostrils flaring, her body began to heat up. Her hand found his jerking cock and pulled his hand away and up under her skirt. Her knees bent and her thighs parted as she guided his strong finger up to the crotch of her panties and clamped her thighs around his hand. His fingers clawed at the soggy nylon. Tearing her mouth from his, she gasped, her breath coming in raspy rushes. He gazed up at her, licking the traces of come from his lips. His. Did they never have intercourse? Did she/he always give head, in which case it was easy? Or did he/she take it up the ass with such facility that the diplomat thought it was a cunt? Or did he/she find some excuse for never having traditional intercourse? Genital malformation perhaps? But here I was sending pornographic pictures to this man of his wife doing things of which he had no idea she was capable, or would even consider doing. Certainly it is easy to come up with a Darwinian explanation.