He noticed it and laughed and said yea that's it faggot suck my cock nice and get ready for my cum.Instead of being horrified that he was going to cum...in my mouth I was happy that he said that and worked my mouth over his cock even more and then grabbed his cock and stroked it in rhythm with my sucking until I felt his cock pulse and spasm and felt his cum shoot into my mouth and hit the back of my throat.My reaction was to pull off his cock but he grabbed my head by my hair and held me on it. They liked all her curves. It wasnt often a BBW dresses like that. They are thinking that they would trade in their skinny wives for just one evening with my wife. It turned me on thinking about it. I wondered how many of them would be thinking of my wife as they fucked their wives that night. It turned me on for some reason. The woman had a totally different look on their faces. It was a look of disgust. They were thinking how can that fat pig dress like that. They were thinking that must be. So basically I'm feeling like Harry Reems in 1976 and loving every second of it. Liz of course, has no idea what's going through my head, but as she got to that telltale last plunge before I ordinarily would have the presence of mind to withdraw and start ejaculating outside, I went total Harry Reems on her, keeping my cock in her for 1-2 more seconds long enough to heave that first spurt of semen inside of her. As reflexively as the actress in Bel Amie, Liz bounced off my spooging cock and in. The road to Glasgow had to cross the River Clyde and it did so by means of a vast bridge, the Erskine Bridge. Before the bridge came into sight Scott hurriedly tried to explain what they could expect. The girls nodded, as if to say they understood and would be fine, but when they saw how high the bridge was over the river, all lit up in the night, Scott could tell they were terrified.Not a peep escaped the girls as he crossed the bridge and glancing to the side and in his rear view mirror,.