Angie and her Dad had enjoyed trail rides and team roping and they had spent many summers travelling together and had been looking forward to another ...ummer together when he was murdered.Scott went into the house to see how Angie was doing, "Angie the truck has less than a quarter of a tank of gas. We'll have to fill it in town."Angie walked into the kitchen carrying a box full of books, "Take it down by the big shop building. There's a diesel tank there we can fill it out of."Scott frowned,. She decides to pull out and try something else. Walking behind me she again slides her finger in my ass and begins fucking it at a nice pace. Her other hand rubs my back as she adds a finger and thrusts in and out of my asshole. She continues this for several minutes, preparing my ass for what I know is coming. Her cock didn’t seem that big, probably 5 or 6 inches and not too thick so I wasn’t too worried.She has me turn over and props my head up again with the pillow. Removing her panties. She traced a finger over the drying love juices."You know, dear," said Sylvia, "it's not a good policy to go around fucking the husbands of your friends." I-I'm sooo sorry. We were just talking, and--" And Fred made a leap--right into your cunt. Why not? It's one of the loveliest little boxes in the city. Now you have to pay the price." P-p-price?" quavered Crystal.The naked Sylvia came gliding over Crystal's body like a sinuous snake, her warm flesh whispering against the younger girl."You've. I turned back to the cubicle opening just to face the group of guys staring at her with big eyes. I signed them to be quiet so not to wake her up. They were just standing there not sure what to do. I guess they couldn’t believe their eyes. I pulled out my phone and turned on the camera signing to the guys to do the same. That was all they needed to get their own phones up and all four of them started taking pics of my passed out drunk half naked wife.When all four of them had taken plenty of.