As his pace quickened, his balls began slapping against my ass as he bottomed out. His hands grasped the sides of my ass, which each thrust, pulling h...mself closer to me. "Oh, my fucking gooood" I moaned. "Harder!" His pelvis was slamming into my ass with force. I couldn't help but grasp the sheets harder, closing my eyes, submitting my complete focus on his cock tunneling through me. Taking each blow as if it was in slow motion. Suddenly, I felt a whole new sensation plow within me. I could. “Wow, it’s hard! He’s going to give me anal, Darling,” she said to her husband.“Great! His is a good size for that.” Jean-Louis was clicking away, taking close-ups of her lips wrapped around my cock, and of the ecstatic looks on my face. She was standing by the back of the heavy sofa with her hands on it with her butt out ready to receive. She gave me a container of Vaseline. “Rub that into my butt-hole.” I gently massaged it in. She gyrated her ass in sheer joy. I sank a finger into. The breeze caused from his breath sent a chill through me. I stroked him gently. He kissed his way from my tits to my lips. His tongue parted my lips and explored my mouth hungrily. I lined his cock up with my slit and slid it over my clit and back down. I repeated this a few times listening to him gently moan with anticipation. He grabbed my hand and pinned it down with the other one over my head. He one hand was big enough to hold both mine down with little effort as he lined his throbbing. That happens when nipples get cold. I could explain it, but that's more science.Hear the story he's telling her. It's about Little Red Riding Hood and the Big Bad Wolf.I love that story, don't you?See Uncle Bob wiping his forehead with the back of his hand.Hear him complaining that it's too hot in the bedroom.That must be why he's stripping down to his boxers.See him helping Jane strip down to her panties.Now we understand why Uncle Bob didn't tuck her in.He must be worried she'll get.