"I had to send you home yesterday because your statement about the French maid reminded me of Tony, it was one of his favourite things for me to wear,... she continued."I'm sorry," Lance stated."It wasn't my plan to upset you." It didn't upset me, it made me very horny," she said in a soft voice before sliding closer to him and placing her soft red lips against his.Her kisses were long and passion-filled and Lance responded by wrapping one arm around her slender shoulders He allowed his free. I wasted no time as I moved up behind Rachel, and pulling my hard cock away from my belly, eased the head into her gaping pink slash. She moaned as my dick sunk into the hilt on the very first push. She must have been expecting me because she showed no surprise. We quickly matched rhythms, as I pounded in and out of her tight box, her tongue darted in and out of my wife's pink pussy. It didn't take long for all three of us to reach explosive climaxes. As we collapsed on the bed together, I knew. Finally, he hit both g-spot and clit simultaneously.She couldn’t hold back; she let herself go. Somewhere in her psyche, she reassured herself, “Surely, I can finish again and maybe a third time tonight!”Les could tell from her reddening labia, the upward hip thrusts and her shorter breaths, his wife was responsive enough to have sex.But he wasn’t. He wanted more. Husband asked, “You ready?”Her nod, no, nods, because she wasn’t sure he saw the first head bob, motivated Bob to knee-crawl up her. The view was devastating. Her broad, white ass, split open to reveal her wet, flaring pussy and her pink asshole, huge breasts swinging and dangling almost to the floor, pale and quivering, seen from underneath. Paul made a strangled sound and bore down, pumping his dripping dick fast and hard. And then she pulled her fat asscheeks apart and began to rhythmically squeeze her asshole for him to the music, swinging her tits in time. "I'm sorry I'm so MODEST, Paul - fat girls are supposed to be.