He walked over to me while I was bent over and grabbed my ass. "Man," he said to my husband. "Your wife has been showing off all day. Mind if I fuck h...r?" Mind if I fuck her? Wait, this guy is asking my husband if he can fuck me? I stayed bent over. I don't know why. I should have protested, but I didn't. I just stood there, bent over, his hand on my ass. "Go ahead," I heard. My mind was spinning. I didn't move. Go ahead? He was telling someone to fuck me. Fuck me. Not touch, kiss, look at, he. Nikki's car was still where she parked it yesterday. Was she at home? If he knocked on the door, what sort of greeting would he receive? Better not chance that this morning. Whatever might happen, he didn't have time to deal with it now.At school, he went to his classroom and started preparing for his first class. He continued working while the corridor filled with students, some entering his room early. When the bell rang, the room slowly filled with students laughing, chattering, and because. Her wetness was still there coating my shaft right to my pubic. Kept going and going like a Duracell bunny. Few minutes later, her wetness became creamy. It was a nice mushy feeling that i yearned for. A minute followed, i removed my shaft as she flipped around and my load flew out like a bullet landed on her chin. Followed by waves and waves of sperm spurted from my shaft splattered mostly on her breasts. She had a big satisfying smile and of course the same for me too. I crashed beside her. I. She was watching the TV butactually was looking at the figure on the sofa and was getting exitedby the sight the figure presented, a man in a nightie. She wanted todistract her thoughts from this unsolicited excitement. She rememberedsomething and went to check the pockets of the man's discarded clothes.She found very little information about the person in the items shefound. She took the clothes and put them in the washing machine andhanged them on the clothesline to dry. She returned to the.