"Areyou a wine girl or a champagne girl?" he asked suavely. "Oh it doesn'tmatter handsome" was my response, and he looked me up and down as hethought...for a moment. "Hmm, hows about a nice sweet red then, alrighthang here and I'll be right back" he spat, holding a finger in the airas he backed out of the door again. Wasting no time, I hurridly made myway back outside and down the driveway, my purse around my shoulder. Iwas pretty sure the *click,clock* of my heels would give me away,. "This is the way we spend our time when I get home. My wife wants me inside her snatch from the time I walk in the door, until I crawl out to come back here. She can't get enough to make her happy in two or three days. She always want one or two more. The only thing that I don't like is that it makes her pregnant. We've only been married for 6 years, and have three in the house, and she has a bun in the oven. I try to get her to take birth control medicine, but they make her feel bad, and she. The message was received loud and clear. I open my mouth and she made me lick it. The dildo had a faint odor of Sandy's pussy. I sucked harder hoping to get more her essence from its rubbery texture. The sight of my sucking that fake cock must have excited Sandy because she really pounded my cock with her ass. I couldn't take anymore. The stimulation of that thing up my ass, a dildo in my mouth, and Sandy riding my cock was too much for me. I came really hard. Sandy immediately got up, pulled. I opened my top all the why down and slipped my hands out of it. He opened the door and joined me on the backseat. In a minute his hungry foul smelling mouth was pressing against my cherry red lips and his hands were kneading my breasts with a brutalness that I didn’t know till them, my bra was ripped off my body in a moment and he started twisting my nipples while fumbling with his clothes. Free of his clothes his body looked like a sculpture. He was all muscle his uncut erect cock was almost.