Abigail and my wife Amanda, together, naked in bed. Abigail had been on her hands and knees, bent over with Amanda with her face deep into her ass che...ks. I didn't know what to think. Part of me was mad and the other part of me was extremely turned on. Neither of them heard me come in, as I stood there watching them continue. Finally I made a noise in which they both jumped, Abigail pulling covers over herself and Amanda in shock. "I didn't want you to find us like this", she said. "Please. He pumps into my pussy so fast that my cries swiftly fill the car. I can feel his cock pressing against my calf as he continues to pleasure me, my cries exciting him too. When I finally cum, I feel him slip his fingers out of me with a grin. "You are always so easy to please," he murmurs, his voice coarse with rough desire in mind. I smirk and spin in my chair, reaching over for the zipper on his jeans. "As are you," I retort with a kiss on his lips. Traffic has slowed to a halt, which leaves. "let fuck." she looked really happy when i said this. she must have been really horny because she jumped on my and literally started sucking my dick before i could stop and say anything. all i could do was moan"do you like that baby? do you like it when your sweet little Gothic slave sucks on your nice big cock?" she started to talk dirty, it was such a help to make me cum. i came down her throat after about 5 minutes of her sucking and talking like a little slut."oh man, your not hard. What were the neighbours doing, why didn’t they call the police? I guess it was fear that is why.It was time to make my move. In my right hand, I held the baton tight. My other hand I turned it into a fist. My adrenaline was rising. I could feel my heart- rate pumping faster. One of the goons had finished with a deal. The car started moving, a few seconds later it disappeared down the street. The thug began to walk back to his comrade. I revealed myself from behind the recycle bins. Crossing.