We melded, simultaneously consumed in orgasms. And stayed that way, snug together, almost a single unit. I could feel the combined wetness of our orga...ms slowly flow from her down over my pubic mound and balls. And we sat there.She finally sighed. "Dan, don't ya know? This is, like, perfect. I mean, US. We're perfect together." I believe so, Cindy. I know it." Yeah," she said dreamily. "Perfect. And hungry." So ... breakfast, then come back and load up, or load up now and go to breakfast?"She. Mark’s hands slip under my dress, twisting my nipples. I whimper slightly. I feel heat spreading across my body. I have never been this turned on before. The wetness of my pussy proves that. Mark kneels above me and yanks the dress off over my legs. I look over to make sure Lacey is still sleeping. I’m nervous, but it only fuels the hunger I have inside me. Mark leans down sucking each nipple, making them rock hard as his hand travels to feel my wetness. “Shit, Sara, you naughty girl. You’re. He smiled as he checked my wetness inside of my hungry pussy…“Your slutty wife is dripping wet, man; she is a real horny bitch…”He told my husband.Then he pushed me away and knocked Victor in his stomach.My poor hubby felt the knock and bent over; the hooded man quickly tied my husband’s hands at his back with some kind of plastic seals. Then he secured his ankles too. He kicked off Victor and made him fell to the ground.Then he pushed me backwards onto the hood of our car where the warm metal. " I don't think a lot of people would feel that way."She frowned, then turned and looked at the large computer monitor on my desk. "Show me what you mean, would you?" Sure," I said.We walked over to the terminal and moved my mouse to bring my 'puter out of sleep mode and did a few quick clicks to get to some hidden folders. Then I brought up a few shots of teen girls in T-shirts and underwear and swimwear. I was very conscious of my rod initially resting on my right thigh, then growing larger.