“OPEN YOUR EYES YOU QUEER CUNT!” Yelled my wife, I opened my eyes and stared deep into my sissy friends eyes as he stared into mine, The I felt he... moving my hand to feel his backside and she moved my hand around in time with his. We stood together, staring at each other, moaning like sluts, rubbing our cocks against each other and gripping buttocks.I felt my right hand (and his left) uncuff and the belt loosen, I sighed, I didn’t want the friction of cock and knickers to stop and frantically. The roads are a common problem in delhi ncr. You will find roads little bumpy . At first I realised that her hands glided from the shoulder to my waist. And then when a speed breaker came . She came more closer to me from the back and held my waist even tighter . And guess what her boobs were getting pressed at my back . She was gliding her hand all over my waist . And it was becoming fucking unbearable for me to drive . She was rubbing her tits and pressing those pillowy soft boobs at my back.. After a day of recovery Joy couldn’t wait to show off at the adult video store. She’d been staring at herself in the mirror, trying on different slut uniforms. Joy wore white latex shorts, long enough her pussy lips wouldn’t spill out, but tight enough that even her large clit was clearly visible. She joked, how many guys would think she was a man with a small dick and a big set of balls. I told her with those gigantic boobs no one would think she was anything except a hot bimbo slut.Another. Now, I had often wondered what it would be like if things were different but I knew that Peggy wasn't into jocks. At least I think she wasn't.She paused at the truck door and it suddenly dawned on me that she was waiting for me to hold the door for her. She thanked me and smiled as she got into the truck. She was talkative as we drove to the restaurant and it seemed that she was a little nervous.At the restaurant I jumped out of the truck and ran around to open the door for her. I had made.