The mystery of not knowing who’s cock was who’s or how large it was, entering her was all she could feel. I can remember us fucking my wif... relentlessly as she begged us to stop now it was her turn.If you have never had your cock deep in a pussy while one was sitting on your face you dont know what you are missing. My tongue was getting sore from dipping deep inside the pussy on my face and the aroma of their cum was intense . It was beginning to make it difficult to know. We headed to the town and my village is located on the National Highway and so I drove very fast she started to hug me tightly as soon as we crossed our street. Her boobs were crushed over my back. We reached the town in 10 mins which actually takes more than 20 mins to go. The she finished shopping and we were about to leave while walking out of the super market she said meShe: At least now you drive slowlyMe: Are you afraid of my speed?She: NoMe: Then what?She: I want to spend more time with. Some people watch the scene with disgust, others with envy. The bravest I join our gang. So I am in the company of 17 men (black, white, north african) who make me move from one to the other like a simple doll. That's all it takes to drive me crazy.Around 4 o'clock, my husband decides it's time to go home, our friends and I are disappointed to finish the night so quickly, but that was without counting on the perverse spirit of my man who announces that anyone who wants can come with us. We walk. What should we do for breakfast?” She said.Tim didn’t look up from his paper. “I don’t know hun. How about waffles and bacon? If you want them, I’ll get the griddle set up.” Tim glanced up at Judy. “Wow, forget something this morning? Do you feel a little draft?”“Why no.” commented Judy. “I feel great and ready for action. What would you like?” “Uh, why don’t you get dressed and I’ll start the waffles. I’ve got a busy day ahead.” muttered Tim.Judy, a little deflated, confused and pissed off,.