Abby looked amazing, wearing her long brunette hair down and a light blue print mini dress. The soft material hugged her refined curves perfectly. The...scooped neckline gave only a respectable hint of cleavage.“Okay Brad and Abby, whenever you’re ready,” Farley prompted. They smiled, gripped the others hand and exhaled and tried to ease the grip on their microphones.‘Party for Two.’ Words and music by Robert Lange and Shania Twain.(Brad and Abby stood back to back. She turned to him, tapping him. Sarah’s eyes were glued to the scene as Jan unbuckled Tim’s belt, and pulled his long, semi-hard cock out of his briefs. Jan turned to Sarah and giggled, “Isn’t it nice and long?”“Um, uh….” Sarah stammered.“It’s okay, baby” I coaxed my wife, “Tell her what you think”.Still hardly able to speak because of the sudden lump in her throat, Sarah managed a, “Oh… yeah”.My own cock was rising to the occasion because I knew what had been fore planned, and knew what was about to happen.I put my hand. When we awaked in morning, Farhan asked me to sit on his mouth and then he started to drink my piss. And from then he drank my morning piss on routine basis. Soon our second marriage anniversary came, we celebrated and enjoyed with drinks. He asked me, “Zeba, what you want on this day?? Ask me anything beyond limit.” I replied to him, “You give me everything Farhan, you are such a nice person of my life. I really don’t think that I miss anything with you.”Then we both moved for the long ride in. His hand reached for the zipper and gave it a final tug; he smiled and watched as my “fuck me” skirt slipped down my thighs and fell to the floor around my ankles. I expected him to throw me down on the bed and fuck me right then. But he made me fucking wait; I was dying! I started to pull off my top. I wanted to be naked and have uncle Bill play with my tits the way he had while he was behind the wheel. But he stopped me and said “Don’t take it off yet – let me do that for you”. But again, he.