I walked behind my husband and quickly grabbed his cock as hard as I could and pulled it free from the slut’s pussy, my husband was so fucking scare..., stuttering he said hi honey, What the fuck are you doing you prick I screamed, what are you doing, you don’t fuck me in the ass, do you I cried out, I can explain please cried my husband, please let me explain he still cried, who the fuck is that, look at the state of her I wailed, get the fuck out my house you slut I screamed at her, get fucking. “Uh, is Sylvia here?” “Just a moment.” he walked away leaving the door wide open. He didn’t come back after long moments.Sylvia’s front door was not exposed directly to the street so I didn’t worry too much about that, just remained standing there, decided to kind of cover my crotch. Time passed and I heard some commotion behind me, across the street, so I crept to the side looking around a pillar and there people coming down the trail I’d just followed, coming through the hole in the cyclone. It was obvious they were getting their cocks sucked by someone kneeling between them in the dark room. I grinned as I watched, wondering if I dared join them, and whispered to Amanda, 'Come see what's going on in your guest bedroom!' She peeked in and looked lustful for a few moments, and then suddenly she tried to pull me away from the door and down the hall.'What are you doing?' I said, shrugging her off.'Uh ... come on, Andy, we need to give them some privacy.'I was grumpy about missing the. I guess it was nice of them to show up early, and it was only about an hour early. So I fired up the grill and everyone started to have some fun. People were eating and drinking and having fun. As it turned out, because Carly and I got it on earlier that day, it gave every other girl at the party the confidence to try and make a move on me that night. And as to not dissapoint, I promised each that I would try and find time to hang out with them that night. And if I played my cards right, they.