I pick up my phone 'hello' i say'hello do you always perv over your neighbours ? how many times have you sat in your room wanking off watching my husb...nd and i fuck ?''uh no sorry really this is the 1st time i'm so sorry i didn't mean to watch i just glanced out the window and saw you ''oh and did your trousers fall down and your cock jump into your hand ?''uh no look i'm sorry i'll just go let you get on with it''not so fast young man while your eyes were glued to my tits i managed to get a. My clothes were much too small for the fat asshole Frank to wear so I took all the pants and underwear as well as all of my shirts except some ratty half tee-shirts. I didn’t want Frank to have anything to cover up with, whether it fit him or not.Wendy was sitting on the bed in the guest room crying and babbling about how it was all a big mistake. I just grabbed my guns and my pistol safe and loaded the car.As I was loading the trunk with my weapons, Frank’s wife Julie drove up. I pointed to. Just as she had been! The offer of sex with Marilyn Monroe had been a great incentive for potential clients to do business with the Sheik and she had fulfilled on every deal her host had struck. And she’d been well paid for her efforts! Very well paid! Not to mention getting to fuck the Sheik every night in his ridiculously massive home. Returning there with Ella was going to be a treat. The one certainty with Arabic men was that they would adore watching the two of them together. ‘More. Im rock hard in less than 30 seconds. I love to see a man with a strong hard cock dont you Marcy? Joan asks. I wish she hadnt said anything. Because that meant Ernest was sucking my cock. The sound of clothes rustling could only mean one thing. In a second I could feel soft warm breast being pushed into my face. Help me get on him. Ernest hold my leg. Marcy help me. Joan told them. Ernest rubbed my cock against Joans hairy pussy. He added a little lube to the tip then slid me over to her.