She began to imagine him as a sexual partner, wondered how he would be underneath his black trousers. As he busied himself with adjusting the bag and ...tand, she even dared glance down to his crotch. Was that a bulge down there?She had felt his touch, but only through latex gloves; now she began to fantasise about his bare, scrubbed doctor's hands on her ass and thighs, his professional touch becoming caresses in her imagination. She began to imagine how that cock would look if he released it. It only took the groom about 5 minutes to shoot a big load down my throat, and then all the other guys took their turns in the seat of honour.All but one of them were more than happy to just sit there and let me make love to their cocks with my lips and tongue, but Gary wanted to play a more active role. He asked if it was okay for him to stand up and fuck my mouth like a pussy, to which I replied that as long as he ended up feeding me a load of creamy cum, however he wanted to do it, was fine. It was barely ten o'clock, so no doubt Bethany wasn't home yet by a long shot. The front door was locked, and I didn't have a key. I was too young to be entrusted with a key. Or, actually, I'd been given my own key, but I'd lost it months ago.So I circled the house. We had a walk-out basement because of the terrain. The door down there, I'd learned a few years ago, had one of those cheap locks you could jimmy with a driver's license. I didn't have one of those, of course, but anything slim but. Instead of the smooth motion dancing, her head now was jerking back rhythmically, the top half of her body rising and falling slightly in time with the bumps. The guy's body was jerking in time too so it was pretty obvious he was fucking her from behind.My cock was like iron as I watched my wife get fucked on the dance floor.That black bastard fucked my sweet wife for at least five minutes before I saw his expression changing. His teeth gritted, he grimaced as his movements sped up until.