Every other place was closed. On the outskirts of the town was an old gas station with the sign, Gus's Gas Station and Auto Repair hung on a post just...off the highway. It had two pumps and seemed like a gas station from another era. An open sign was in the window and I noticed an old Esso sign leaning against the side of the garage. The small dilapidated building had a few loose boards and faded yellow paint. When I pulled up next to one of the pumps, a small boy in jeans and a torn pale green. I saw her take hold of Hayley’s tits as she started to squeeze and pinch her nipples before taking one of her milky white globes in her mouth biting and chewing on her nipple. If Hayley had been turned on before this tipped her over the edge, she started to gag on my cock, whimper, moan and squirm all at the same time as we all used and fucked my wife. Gary and I didn't need to do anything, by now my horny wife was so desperate to get fucked she was humping backwards and forwards on our cocks.. He hears a soft moan slip from that pretty mouth. Getting a handful of suds and rubbing them against her pussy, slippery and wet. Moving back to that little puckered hole and forward to her clitty, hiding in those lips like a shy wallflower. His tender touch coaxing her clitty to show itself. The tiny button is so pretty. It is also swelling and heating nicely.Using his fingertips he taps her clit, and she starts to awaken. He can see the pulse as the little button throbs. With each tap her. ..fold the laundry. I'd dumped it all on the bed - she was standing on one side and I at the foot. We were folding and sorting - my stuff, my wife's stuff, and our house-guest's stuff. Making piles.She was folding my wife's underwear and she asked, "Does your wife even own lingerie?" Lingerie ... like negligees and stuff?"She laughed, "And teddies, camisoles, other lacy things ... thongs. Stuff like that." No, I don't believe so. She's not into all that." Aren't you?" No, not really. I'd just.