“How long till you cum?” ‘Soon” she said.I pushed my finger further into her, my palm rubbing against her clit.She said’ Oh God it’s good,... I am gonna cum”“Look at me” I said. “Who is making you cum ?”“You are”“Say my name, tell me who is finger fucking you”“You are Mac, you are finger fucking me”“Tell me to make you cum’“Mac please make me cum”“Your pussy’s soaking ******, open your legs”She opened her thighs another couple of inches and I pressed my finger into her deep, working faster, and. When she finished her story I said, "You really expect me to agree to something like that?"She looked me right in the eye, "I hope you will at least consider it."I did think about it. First I thought what the fuck is wrong with my wife that after ten years of marriage she could come up with shit like that. Then I thought about the fact that she could have just gone ahead and done it at the party, but didn't - she wasn't willing to do it behind my back. Then I thought about how that could change. They usually send two people out to assist in the initial assembly. They sent four. She has a gift," Dave laughed.Yes, she certainly does. But how much that thing cost probably had a little something to do with it, too, Jeff mused to himself.Note: The indoor range that Evie and the crews are building has a backstop that has a man-made falls which traps particulate matter (Lead particles, and powder residue, etc.) in an indoor range. Instead of water, the falls uses an oil, similar to olive. Both the girls were enjoying the show.She slowly slid my underwear down and my dick pointed out like Eiffel tower. It was around 8 inches and was having a good thickness.The head of my dick was shining with the precum which was constantly coming out during this period.Shruti holds my dick and winked at aritri and told her “See I already told you he must have leaked by now.”Seeing the cock aritri was quite stunned, Shruti asked her ” what, you haven’t seen his before?”Aritri asked, ” why you.