As both of them reached Ana’s car, the guy pushed my wife against the car door and they started kissing passionately. My cock grew hard from watchin... this, as it was so erotic…Anita got in the car and sat in the middle of the front bench seat, as her friend got in beside her and closed the door. From my car, I could see everything that was going on there.They were kissing, until the guy pulled off Anita’s top and he started sucking on my wife's tits, since she was not wearing a bra.After a few. She then brought her arms out and, reaching down, removed his shoes. The shoes went to the front of the closet, neatly arranged. Next she removed each sock, one at a time. After each, she straightened and, neatly folding it, placed it across the back of each shoe. At last he stood, only in his pants. She knelt, again, in front of him and carefully undid the clasp at the waist. The slowly lowering the zipper she lowered the fabric. Using one hand to make sure none of it touched the floor she. Har jagh mje chumne laga..Usne meri Chut kutte ki tareh Chatni shuru kari uski Tongue Se mje jannat ka mjaa aa rha tha aur mai uska sir pakad ke apni chut p lgane lagi…wo bhi mri chut kisi bhuke kutte ki tarah khaye jaa rha tha…Phir maine uske kapde utare uske lund ko muh mai le liya because uska sirf 5 inches ka tha kala lund mere gore muh mai tha…wo bhi apne baal saaf kr k aaya tha.. or mujhe bahut maza aa raha tha usne apna sara pani mere muh m bahar dia or me pi gayi wo pani.Phir maine uske. I try to keep myself from moaning at this point, but I do find myself wondering about the size of his cock, would it be better or worse to be fucked by his cock than his hand. My husband only had a small cock and after he died I only saw one other and my imagination has me wanting his cock to be huge. I chastise myself for thinking such immoral thoughts and try to concentrate on something else.As I squirm, impaled on his hand, he uses the heal of his other hand to press down grabbing onto my.