As best as he could, he moaned her name. She moaned against his cock as it began to move in her mouth, with the new motions from his hips. Then he at...acked her clit with such fervor her whole body tensed with delight and arched, her breathing was coming in ragged breaths, and yet she refused to let go of his cock again. She moaned and gasped against the piece of flesh as she continued to pleasure him, knowing that her climax was happening now, and she knew in a moment she would find her. "Ah fuck…That's the bottom, huh?" Stacy giggled breathlessly. "Don't hold your breath, wifey. I haven't popped your cherry yet." Owwww…Fuck!" Eve's face contorted with painful pleasure, cumming again as Stacy forced the last few inches into the hot depths of my wife's love channel. Her whole body shook uncontrollably and I knew Stacy had found something special deep in a part of my wife I'd never been able to reach. I imagined that shemale prick kissing Eve's cervix, bruising that soft pillow. Just as I was sipping on my drink, keeping my eyes on my old friend Charlotte, I saw a woman enter out of the corner of my eye. She was dressed way too good for a place like this, wearing a tight, teal-coloured tube dress that pushed her obviously fake breasts up to form the biggest cleavage I had ever seen.She had long, straight hair that she had pulled up into a long tail. It was dyed red, but her natural colour was clearly much darker, judging from her eyebrows and general complexion. Her. Very uncharacteristic, but that’s the way it is. Sometimes I am childishly stubborn. I guess that’s the way I am! Right enough, as the doorman opens the door, I can see them from where I am standing – an expectant look on their faces. But dinner goes quite normally and I am surprised to find myself heaving a sign of relief as I drive myself back home to the apartment. There is a sort of bridge on the way, where she loved to stop and gaze at the still waters. I had slowed down and realized I had.