I used the time to check my potential audience. And I got the shakes. All these strange women, a crowd of more than a dozen – how would they react? ...ould I do it? But I had to; I could not back out now. I noticed a mature woman beside me sniffing the air. She had a puzzled look on her face. I realized suddenly that she was smelling me; my arousal must be making me juice some more and she was picking up the scent. Time to get to it.The older women tried to ignore the younger ones, who were noisy. I started thinking I would really like to see Michael with another man. My thoughts were confirmed later that night. After we had both gone to bed that night, I awoke to find Michael not in bed. I heard noises downstairs. When I came quietly down the stairs into our basement, their was my husband lying across our leather couch, masturbating watching the section of the video showing the sub male sucking another man off. As I watched and my pussy dripped, my husband stroked off and came watching. Mujhe line marta hua dekhne ke baad usne mujhse poocha toh meine bata diya ke mein use pata raha hoon.Phir usne mujhe challenge kar diya ki tum use nahin pata sakte.Agar koi bhi mujhe challenge karta hai toh main use poora karta hoon chahe mujhe uske liye kuch bhi karna pade.Ek din mere Dad aur Mom market gaye hue the mein ritul par line maar raha tha itne mein woh andar gaye aur copy pen lekar kuch likhne lagi usne phir woh kagaz meri taraf phenk diya meine use utha kar padha toh meri khushi. He felt and groped while I worked at his shirt then worked my way down to his pants to get that monster cock out. He was firm but not really hard…I could finish that job. I let him lay back and enjoy while I worked over his cock with my tongue, mouth and both hands. As I did he grew a little and firmed up nice. I crawled up and had a little talk with him.He agreed to take his time with me because he knew I was still pretty sore and aching way up inside. If I asked him to stop and give me some.