We were now on the 30th floor of the hotel with you facing out over Chicago with nothing on but your panties at mid-thigh. The reflection of you was i...toxicating. "I'm glad to see you."One hand slid down your stomach and began to massage your trimmed bush, teasing with light scratching, then some pressure. Long soft moans replaced your breathing. I found a nipple and began to knead it between my fingers. My mouth found your neck and I began to kiss and lick my way to your ear. Then your head. At this treatment I lost what little control I had and started to grind by buttocks against Mick’s cock. Seeing this, Jonas unzipped my skirt and slipped it off along to the floor. There was me naked on a public dance floor trapped between two horny men… Whilst I was occupied feeling Jonas fondling my tits I suddenly felt Mick’s cock against my bare thighs, the bastard had dropped his trousers whilst I was looking around. However I simply spread my legs to give him access to my now dripping. I just had to have a taste and feel it throb in my mouth and it set all my teeth on edge. Of course I then had to go and suck on Paul after that. I wish I’d started sucking on his a lot earlier in our married life, maybe things would have turned out differently. But then I wouldn’t have had Miki’s lovely tool ream my insides so there’s pros and cons in everything we do. It was a perfect weekend, especially the Sunday night, being fucked four times. Do all gay and bi-sexual men have big cocks. It was then I noticed that my wonderful barefooting girl, who hated choose as much as I did, had got the soles of her feet nearly parking lot black, they were so filthy from days of exposure to asphalt and concrete! Probably from the parking lots of the malls as she went shopping that way, I mused to myself silently. But the sight of them brought home to me what a wonderfully filthy barefoot whore I had married, and my balls ached with excitement. Then with a rapidity which took both she and.