We fitted them, grabbed our beer cans and went about floating, bullshitting and drinking in the sunshine and warm water. All I could think was, 'Wow! ...t’s great to have a friend with money who happens to enjoy fucking my wife.' Somehow it came out that Scott was in the middle of a divorce. They were getting close on sorting out their settlement. He was never around, she met someone who paid attention, blah, blah, blah. Kelly had figured as much. Scott just didn’t want to talk about it in. J had gotten to the top of the pack by being the hardest, coolest motherfucker in 500 miles and he had luxuries to go with it.His gang status also meant he had the use of any of the club girls around, a role they happily obliged to on being sworn in, and performed in exchange for groupie privileges. And a good hard fuck.He swung open the door of the trailer and eased his 6"3 frame up the steps. "Honeys I'm hooome!" he yelled, slamming his gear down on the counter. He frowned. Silence. Usually. I'm sorry" I stammer.She assures me It's a perfectly normal reaction while still holding my shaft in her hand. She runs her hand up and down the length of it a couple of times squeezing it. She then squeezes the head. This was just too much for me to handle. My cock starts to twitch and I have a premature orgasm right there in front of her. It was throbbing and it shot 6 or 7 big loads in the course of a good ten plus seconds.I let out and satisfied little moan, but I was completely mortified. This, unlike the first, which had built so fast, was building so slowly she almost felt sick with anticipation as it grew. He felt her shudder as her orgasm came upon her. Her every muscle and sinew in her body tensed to breaking strain as the orgasm racked her. He felt as if her small delicate hand would squeeze his solid prick out of existence. Even through the padding of his glove he could feel the walls of her pussy clasping his finger. Her breath caught in her throat for so long he thought.