I made her stand up and opened the Nutella bottle. I took a scoop of Nutella on my index and middle finger and started to apply it by running my finge... filled with chocolate on her sweaty neck, boobs, and her navel.Jaya: You have completely lost it, da! Who does all this?Me: Shut up now.Then I pushed her to the bathroom wall, placed my hand behind her hair, and pulled it from behind. And her head faced the sealing while her neck filled with sweat and Nutella came forward. Then I told her –Me:. My wife’s beautiful white pussy was wet, inflamed, and framed by her beautiful ass which laid softly on Fred’s mattress. Her legs were splayed open, her entire being seemingly waiting to be penetrated. Fred was hovering above her, knees on the mattress. His massive black organ was resting on her navel, his incredible balls mashed against the top of her mound. He was leaning down and kissing her, her delicate white hands were resting on his back, her left leg resting on his calf, stroking his. All on film they then sank back into their seats.The lads quickly zipped up and ran off, don’t know why but I guess they only then realised what they had done.We all got back in and Doug reversed the car out and back onto the road. “We want to see the photos.” Demanded Dee.“OK” replied Doug, “but when we get home, I’ll put them on the TV.”We were all very quiet for the rest of the trip home and after a while Doug pulled the car into their drive. The girls scurried out and trotted to the front. As I lay there i see her popping off her bra to show a nice pair of melons just for me. She comes closer and turns around, bending over slightly to peel away her thong. Im getting as hard as a rock as I grab her by the hips and bury my face between those cheeks. As she wiggles I grab the thong with my teeth and gently pull it out of her tight ass and down her sweet thighs. Ready for lift off.I sit back again and remove my shirt, she turns to kiss me, before going down on me inch by inch -.