Jesus! What kind of a fuckwit do you think I am... I’m a what? How dare you call me that?As she yelled at him on the phone, I saw her other hand sli... down inside the front of her tiny thong and start urgently rubbing her muff. I remembered how she’d told me she got really turned on when she got angry. She was angry, okay, and letting him have it.“You know what you are? You’re a suckass and a cockass, you mini cocked wanker!”Her repertoire of swearwords was quite amazing, but after a while she. By now, I had gone in for a few more strokes inside Melissa’s pussy, so I pulled out and faced Farah and Henry, who now pressed his cock against her booty.“Fuck my wife, slave. Give it to her, good and rough. I’m about to screw your fiancee,” I told him, bending Farah over the loveseat and yanking her slacks down to slip my cock into her drenched and slippery twat.Melissa’s reaction to having a new dick in her slit was electric. She bucked her hips even harder now, taking full advantage of the. She then shoved her tongue in my mouth. I was now massaging her nipples with my right hand. With my left hand I was softly brushing the outskirts of her sensitive dripping pussy. We kissed for two long minutes. Then I started licking and sucking her tits. I focused specifically on her still hardened nipples. Anika was still moaning. After 4 minutes of sucking on her nipples I dropped to my knees and slowly parted the thick bush covering Anika’s pussy slit with my tongue. Anika jumped with the. We dozed, lost in that euphoria that follows great sex. Gently kissing one another, stroking cool skin, me fondling soft breasts and her my genitals. It was beautiful. The sun went, soft rain beat on the window as we rose, and together, we went down to the kitchen once more, flushing the evidence as we went! We raided the fridge, sitting at the table still unclothed, with cokes and slices of cream cake, smiling at one another, like naughty k**s raiding a sweety jar. Ros said there was much.