From behind her, my rotund, perspiring friend pounded away as best he could, while wiping sweat from his brow.All the while, the Rastafarian ― who I...m assuming was hubby ― took pics.Sensing the guy doin' the heavy lifting was on the precipice of death, I squeezed my bacon bazooka one last time, so the horny housewife could taste every vein in my shaft. From there, I produced a condom, and covered my mutton machete, as I directed traffic."Want her to suck your cock, bro'?" I queried my friend ―. " Doesn't do her justice," said Sharon bringing in the coffee. "It only hints at her radiance. She shone."She plonked down a tray with two mugs of coffee a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar."Biscuits?" she asked."No thanks," said Deborah.Richard shook his head."Right! Well, I'll be getting on with me work. Whistle if you want anything." She suddenly realised what she had said and blushing furiously fled from the room."What was that about?" asked Deborah softly."I'll tell you one day," answered. Then another. I was in heaven by this time as I started to churn my ass against his hand. By now, I was pushing back onto his third finger, begging him to stretch me with his cock meat.He stood up and began taking off his overalls. He had no underwear on at all, and when I saw his cock, I gasped. He had a huge mushroom head on top of his shaft. The shaft was normal, but the head of his cock was by far the fattest head I had ever seen up close."Uh.. You may want to lube me up just a little bit. Both guys were still sitting, so my shaved smooth pussy was level with their faces. Both guys eyebrows raised, informing me that the guys were indeed impressed with my huge firm naked breasts and my glass smooth shaved pussy. My pussylips were glistening with oil and some of my own arousal, as I stepped away from my lounger and placed my dainty feet inside my Silver stiletto heeled shoes. I now felt like my old self, standing naked, covered in oil with high heels on. The temptation to gyrate my.