My tongue flicked out and strummed my wife's hard clit as I jerked my small dick.Deanna came hard on my face and I moaned into her grotto while cum sp...wed from my dick.My wife climbed off my face and smiled. "Take Daryl into the bathroom and clean him up," Deanna ordered. "We're going out for dinner."I led Daryl into the master bathroom and knelt on the cold tile floor. I had already cum and I was no longer lust and cock crazed but I did what I was ordered to do.Deanna climbed into the hot. Like her hip had been, her cheek was warm and soft. She spun around in shock, knocking my hand away. How dare you? she said in mock anger. The wry smile gave her away. I pulled her close to me and kissed her, lips crushed against hers, her breasts contained by only the thin fabric of her skirt, nipples hard against my chest. She pulled away and hopped off upstream, splashing cold water as she went. Smiling, I pursued her. At a bend in the river, I caught up to her. She was again bent over, ass. She kept pushing their hand but her efforts were useless as everytime they came in with more force. The groping continued with them becoming more and more confident with each passing seconds.Their hands were all over her boobs as they squeezed those soft melons in their rough hands. She kept trying to lose their hands but they were professional when it came to groping. Her efforts were going down the drain so she had no choice but to stand still and wait for it to get over. Inside she was. She freezes where she is and I’m pretty sure thoughts of her boyfriend are running through her head right about now but I don’t give a shit. Marta slowly sits up and I move my hands around to her front putting one up her body and squeezing her breast in one hand while moving the other down and cupping her mound through her shorts. I don’t know if she’s pulling away from my lap or pushing her hips against my hand but slowly she grinds against me on two fronts and now I’m getting hard where I was.