“Fuck … you’re so tiny slut, so fucking tight. I gotta get in here.” He took his cock out and slapped my ass. “Don’t fucking move.” ... saw him walk to a cabinet and take out a bottle of cooking oil. He came back, and I felt the plastic tip of the bottle slide up my asshole. Then I felt it squirting all cold and greasy as he fed the oil up my asshole. I didn’t mean to but I moaned, the feeling of having something shooting up inside my ass was astounding. Mr. Miller laughed. “See cunt,. Cheryl then gasped out, " Oh yes, oh please yes, fuck me, cum in me, fill me. Do it!" These were words she had never said to me, and Tom made a quick glance in my direction, eyes locking on mine, as he thrust into her, hard, and groaned out "Oh babe ... Yes!" and I knew he was emptying himself into my wife's pussy, filling her with however much cum he had stored up for just this occasion.Tom almost collapsed on top of her and my wife's hands pulled his lips down to hers, her tongue gouging at. .." He picked up the glass, trying to keep his eyes off of my breasts and stood up, taking the broken glass over to the garbage bin and I stood up carefully, seeing that there wasn't too many bruises, just on my cheeck and lip and I had a bit of a black eye. All the blood was gone because Matt had cleaned it up and I looked at my breasts and turned around to grab my shirt and there stood Matt, holding it. I raised a brow, can't help but smiling and when I went to grab it, he stretched his arm. She was a big girl and he cupped her large breast in his hand as they locked tongues on the sofa, her mother in the next room chopping vegetables oblivious to the masculine hands fondling her daughter in the next room.He gently yanked at her crimson dress she'd worn to her grandmother's birthday party but she grabbed his hand and guided it back to her chest. She was still frightened of being caught by her mother rutting with her boyfriend on the sofa. He forced his tongue deeper into her.