We all there were pressed even tighter together. I slid my hand down and touched Ana’s pussy lips through her tiny cotton panties. The bitch was alr...ady soaking wet…Then Ana cried in my ear, over the tremendous sound of the band…“The bastard ripped off my panties…” Then I knew the stranger would fuck my sexy wife in the middle of all these people and neither me, nor Ana could avoid it.Ana grunted in my ear and her body started to shiver. Then I felt she was being pushed in a low pace against my. I take a moment to catch my own breath before I right myself, groaning as the toy shifts in my ass with every movement. I sit on the floor with my back against the bed, moaning again as the toy is pushed into me up to the hilt. I lightly run my hands over my aching, twitching cock. ‘Will you sit on this for me?’ My voice is begging, hoarse. You smile and nod. Placing a foot on either side of my hips you squat over my cock and brush my fingers away, taking it gently in your soft hand. You lower. I hadn’t said much about mine and Harry’s relationship, but enough for Mike to know that we had quite a modern view on sex and pleasure. I am not sure whether he had the same arrangement. I had the sense that things were not easy at home.The texts became fruitier to the point that we engaged in a little text sex, well exchanging sexy pics and chat. Much safer than Skype or similar when you cannot be sure what will be recorded.One evening I got a text saying that he would in the same area as me. "You can't be serious..." Rebecca scowled. Marianne snapped and the mirrordisappeared, she took Rebecca by the hand and pulled her along. Rebeccastumbled with each step from the bedroom to the closet."Back straight, hips sway, chest out." Marianne snapped as Rebeccacracked into position, walking more naturally but feeling very awkwardabout it. Her chest bounced and hips swayed, rear pushed out some as shewalked."H-hey! I can walk!" Rebecca scowled."Not like a lady," Marianne teased. She entered.