She was surprised and I couldn't blame her. "We kiss, we have sex. We live like every other couple. We love each other and we are not afraid to be int...mate."I paused for a second to let it sink in and then explained how it happened. "Five years ago, after we ran away, we didn't have anyone else. It was just her and me, on the run. We were always close, closer than most parents and c***dren are and because we were alone, we grew even closer. I was there for her and she was there for me, to. Under the unremitting stimulation of her lips and tongue my excitement grew apace. Suddenly I began to have a horror that in my excitement I might spend in her mouth. What, I wondered would happen if I did something so gross? I imagined myself being thrown out of the house, naked into the streets, and Frank turning from me in disgust. Both of them detected my anxiety, and responded. Camille lifted her mouth from my prick and looked at me, concerned. Frank asked outright, What’s the matter. Hubby clapped his hands again. "Okay number two, get in there and squirt some more jizz into my whore wife, before anything starts leaking. We want her snatch filled to the brim the whole time she is being banged."The second guy, tall,and thin, looking like he was in his early twenties, stepped up eagerly and slammed his thick love pole into the waiting fuck hole and commenced pistoning into the slut as she fucked him back, urging him to reach climax and release another load into her hungry. She had been a professional stripper and secondly, she got off on turning men on. Her mouth was open as she stared at my big hard-on, and her wet tongue was out licking her lips. Mmmm.. yes, she was as aroused as I was. She wanted me in her mouth. She loved sucking men and being fucked.. she loved it. I just could not believe this was happening to me. In broad daylight and especially in this quaint, sleepy town. She came up to the fence and raised her knee against it, rubbing me up and down.