She lets out a scream of pain and lust, I can see her glistening pink pussy, I bury my face there, thrusting my tongue into her, fucking her with it a... I reach around, fingering her clit. It takes a few seconds of this before she is cumming hard and screaming as she does. I come up behind her, on my knees and plunge my throbbing cock into her soaking wet pussy. I slam in and out of her hard the only sound in the room is the noise of our bodies slamming together as I thrust and she pushes back. “Watch this.”It wouldn’t have been anything new – or so I thought. But as I met my wife by Sudi’s door, wrapping my hand around her hip, my heart missed a beat. Sudi lay fast asleep on her bed, and what a pleasant surprise young Don had going on. All we could see of him was his tail wagging, the rest was under the doona, much like his human fuck toy. Don’s figure was as clear as day under there. His head bobbed up and down around the area we figured Sudi’s crotch to be. After all, what else. Mike lowered his window again and stopped.The man, a middle-aged man with gray hair came closer. “You must be the copier guy.”“Springwater Document Solutions, your Xerox partner. I’m Mike Dubois. They told me to go to Culverin Hill, so I thought it was the distillery.”“Yeah, I’m Jack Culverin. Don’t sweat it. You’re here now. I’ve got a home office and my printer is making a lot of noise and leaving streaks on the pages.”“Where should I park?”“Here is fine. Just pull to the side of the. Her skirt fits at the waist if you hold your belly in, but only covers you to mid-thigh, stopping just short of the lace at the tops of your stockings. The crotch of her panties collapses and disappears between your cuntlips, drawn tightly into the wetness there. They were made for her narrow, boyish hips, not the voluptuous flair of your pelvis and your round, firm ass. At least you have your jacket to cover you, you think to yourself. But she's already found it, and folds it under her arm.She.