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She soon came over. "Bring us a bottle of Scotch, a bucket of ice, glasses and your ass" I said.As soon as she got back, she occupied herself with her...husband's schmeckel, while I helped myself to some Johnnie Walker, and alternated looking at her head bobbing up and down on Robert's dick, or for a change at her luscious wet ass. Her puckered asshole was really tempting, but we hadn't buggered her yesterday, and I knew for a fact that Robert hadn't had her there yet. I felt that he should have. I felt appreciation for my watcher, for not tipping his hand, remaining silent, in some sort of unspoken agreement, I'll show, you watch . His movements although quiet, became rhythmic, yet steady, purposeful and slow... For now at least. I smoothed my hands over my leg and then dropped it back beneath the water. Whatever now? I knew that he was transfixed by what I was doing and I could hear the brush of cloth as he continued stroking his cock. Perhaps he was imagining how it would be to cross. . As I glanced to the video from time to time and listened to it, I got the lube and added lots onto it and inside my ass before I got on the Sybian to begin my fun. I took off my thong and threw it to the side of the Sybian so that it was out of the way yet still in reach if I needed it. It was very slippery and moved around so much that if I didn’t hold it up it wouldn’t be able to stand up straight so I could sit down on it. I stood up onto my feet and slowly lowered myself down onto the dildo.
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