He was panting like he had just run a couple of miles. As soon as he pulled out and fell down beside my wife she began kissing him. I ran back to the ...arage and adjusted my hard cock so it wasn't sticking out. In about twenty minutes my wife came back out wearing only her Christmas sweater and boots. He legs where bare. I asked her where Tim was? She said he left. I shook my head and said damn I just got fucked. She turned her back to me and as she sent at the waist she said me too. As the. “Dammit! What the hell is going on?”The woman, with a white cotton t-shirt and bra-less and a jeans miniskirt, stepped down and tracked the kitchen was the source of that noise. When Casey went there, what she saw quite shocked her.“What is going on here, what is this… Dave, what are you doing?”That Dave is her husband. He was with the company of his friend, Jeff Valony, with toolboxes and other stuff, checking the kitchen’s sink. Weekends were also the days where husbands could have their. “Lay on the ground, Meg, and spread your legs for me,” Henry demanded. She did as she was told, and it made her feel wicked.He’d wanted to do this for so long, from that very first day when he convinced this pretty little redhead on a park bench to masturbate for him under his jacket. He had admitted to her that he went home and jacked off afterward every Saturday. He had been envisioning fucking her hard and fast and deep, just like this!He sat on the bench and then pulled her close enough to. Then I took the cake again. I lifted her top above tummy and applied the cake on tummy and started licking it. I was going around over her tummy she started pulling my hair. I started to give light bites. Then I raised the top and for the first time, I lifted her bra. To my amazement, she didn’t stop me.There they were her gorgeous watermelons. They were stiff perfect round shapes with brown areola and pointed nipples. They were so tempting that can’t be described but felt. I looked at her.