But I know. I’m wet. I’m waiting. I can hardly wait.My husband. His friend. Both wanting me, and me wanting them. The night gets late and people s...art to leave. Finally, we are alone. I’m told I haven't been a good hostess. I’m grabbed by my hair, and my mouth is pushed onto our final guest’s hard cock. My hands are held behind my back.I suck, I lick, my mouth is watering…He’s moaning and pushing his cock towards the back of my throat. I open my mouth wider, wanting to take all of him in. I can. She grunted and squealed, and whispered into the air “Oh fuck, you bastard, oh fuck me, deep in my ass..fuck me!” “On second thoughts,” he mused, “I can’t have you screaming the fucking house down!” and he pulled a bright pink rubber ball gag with chrome buckles and black leather straps from beneath the pillows. He dangled it before her face. “Oh God...You bastard Steven!” He held her forehead, and roughly shoved the shiny rubber ball into her mouth despite her muffled moans and buckled it. .we exchanged few mails and she said if its ok with me she want to meet me and i agreed and we exchange photos ( she only send first cz for security reason i wanna be sure she is real women not any guy try to spam or any other to find me ) privacy is more important. she send me pic of her and i send mine and we plan to met at AFC in cbe.Then we had some food and talked little and she asked about fun part and she said her husband left to Egypt for work and he never return for last one year and. Recently, Bill had lost a lot of weight, and spent an inordinate amount of time in the gym. Secretly, Morgan had thought her boyfriend was jealous of his formerly pudgy friend. This "new" Bill seemed to get attention from a lot of ladies, despite the fact he mostly went home with fat girls. In fact, he had made out with several of Morgan's friends. Little had they all known, Bill had spent years hitting on Morgan as well when he was drunk. She had told her boyfriend it was harmless, but again,.