You’ve got those Playboy centerfolds on the wall, I thought this is where you had sex.”“But men don’t use vibrators that much, it’s mostly w...men.”“But you use electric tools, don’t you. Don’t they vibrate?”Oh my god! She was right! My little hand held sander! It vibrated like hell. I picked it up and gave it to her. She grabbed it with one hand, lifted her skirt with the other and put it straight onto her little bald mound, and before I could stop her she turned it on.“Yikes! Fuck, that hurts!”. . with Ron right there... in the living room... ? I-I couldn't! I just... couldn't!"... But-but... my husband... !" she wailed. "That's my h- husband... out there in the living room!" And, he's fucking the hell out of my wife!" Fred Holden ground out at her."... But, how... ? Why... ?" Forget them, Baby! It's time for you to start begging... if you want to get fucked!" Beg... ?" That's right!" You mean... say it out loud?" Yes, damn it! Say it out loud... loud enough for them to hear out there!. I felt like I was some car wreck and they were all rubber neckers.Once we were changed into our workout clothes we headed out into the gym proper, where the sight of a six armed girl in reasonably tight clothing once again brought things to a standstill. As Nat and I started doing our stretches to get warmed up I reflected that this was a bit like what Nat went through. I had often noticed that when she entered a room, usually when she was dolled up to the nines, but not always, most of the. They fucked on the counter, floor and table, in that order, this time both were fully naked. I came at the point they were on the floor (still had the same issue of making a mess and having to clean myself up with wet hankies). But I didn't stop watching, he came inside her while she was bent over the table. She was just catching her breath as I decided to call her and see how she's doing. I can't really quote the conversation but she was explaining me how tired she was from all the cleaning.