It wasn't a huge room, just a four person table. Through the frosted glass, I could see the vague shapes of people moving on the other side. I heard t...e door click shut behind me, and felt hands touching my hips.Without saying a word, I stepped forward and leaned over the table. I prayed he would take the hint. I desperately needed his cock inside me, and I couldn't wait until after work. My plan had worked too well.Mercifully, I felt my skirt being lifted around my waist, and my panties being. The final incident was when I returned to Gary's home late one night and immediately heard mother grunting from upstairs from their room. I ascended the stairs and saw that the master bedroom door was wide open and the sight that greeted me was something out of a porn movie - my attractive, but ageing mother, dressed in black stockings and heels getting her ass fucked by her husband Gary. With her legs spread wide and her knees pressed almost to her bouncing bare breasts she was grunting like. Nigel’s outburst triggered Charles’s. Both men quietly licked the other dry while the women hovered over them, watching every exciting post-coital moment. Brigitte made the first move towards Leonora who pushed her away. Both women were terribly excited sexually and their relationship always grew tense, especially when men were present. They had been lovers and rivals, friends and foes, even engaging in a few hair-ripping catfights over the years, either because they were angry or to please an. "Fuck me harder Saro! I love it! Fuck harder, Saro!" she blathered, thrusting herself up at me and taking every millimeter of my cock inside of her every time I slammed it into her. The sounds of our love-making filled the room. The loud, wet smacking of our bodies even drowned out the noise of the crops in the wind. Like two wild a****ls, we clawed and fought. We showed little tenderness and affection for each other as we fucked. There was nothing but white-hot lust flowing between us. Our.