So, to make a long story short, years ago after coming home late at night I flat out asked her if she was fucking somebody or sucking somebody? It was...a stupid question because I asked me while we were fucking. Her pussy was just a little too slippery that night and I was fucking her gooey pussy from behind and she was playing with her pussy – as usual. She asked the next deadly question ‘would it turn me on if she was fucking somebody and my cock answered by swelling up. She felt the increased. Not bad company for her to be in certainly. The convoy of cars disappeared around the bend in the road and would no doubt descend upon the small town close to the Dingle Peninsula. Hopping onto my pedal bike, I casually followed them, not expecting to see anything more of it but having a fun story for the internet. As I began the second part of my journey, I usually bike from my home with my parents to my job as a National Trust hiking guide, my mind was not on the road ahead of me. Rather than. He lifted my bra over my other breast. It was exciting, my heart was pounding. My husband was upstairs and his friend was playing with my tits. He held a breast in each hand as he alternately licked each nipple.Me, whispering, “Dan, John will be back soon stop.”Dan, whispering back, “I’ll stop when I hear him coming.”My stairs were pretty noisy and it would be easy to hear. I didn’t resist as he began to alternately suck on each nipple. He would suck then pull his head back tugging on my. He stood up and removed his jeans, his cock sprang free of his boxers andpointed straight up. Pre-cum collected at its head. He went into the kitchen,leaving her to wonder what he was doing, grabbed a beer from the fridge andreturned. He squatted behind her and removed the clip that kept her ankles togetherand then he pushed her legs wider apart. Sitting behind her he centered himselfwith her pussy. He wanted to be in the right spot when he was ready to takeher. He ran the base of the beer.