“I don’t know what I’d do without you baby.” She said, followed by “come, let’s go to the kitchen.” I followed behind, looking at her as... bouncing under the silk and thinking without any inappropriate intent or image in mind, that she was a sweet and sexy woman and I was proud of her. In the kitchen she reached into a shopping bag and took out a bottle of brandy and held it up happily. “Another gift from one of the girls, she gave it to me to christen the new job and the new fridge and bed; I. “You’re still so big.” Whenever she said that, it always got me going, but it excited me even more imagining it coming from Ashley’s mouth. I mercilessly pounded my wife’s pussy, harder than I ever have before, my thick cock going in and out, grunting and growling as I kissed my wife hungrily, still imagining it to be Ashley I was kissing, and holding, and fucking. “Ohh, John…yes!!” The woman beneath me was moaning louder than I have heard her before, as my cock hardened and went even deeper. They most likely were CEOs or presidents of some multi-million company, Tasha thought. Sharon smiled warmly at her. “You’re welcome. It’s nice to meet you, Tasha. Glad you can join us for dinner,” she said as if they had always expected her. Don summoned another chair for the small intimate table. After sitting Tasha at the apex of their acute triangle, Don settled into his own chair. “I really hope I’m not being a third wheel here,” Tasha said right away. “You are not,” Sharon reassured her.. I climbed in right after him.The van was very bare, but very clean inside. The floor was covered with a mattress. Otherwise, it was empty. The dome light was on. I closed the door behind me. The guy already had his shirt off, and was squirming out of his shorts. As I stripped off my pants, the guy said: "This is strictly jacking off, you know. No sucking or fucking. I don't want to catch a disease" That was fine with me. I didn't want to catch a disease either.The guy had a big jar of Vaseline..