She didn’t ask questions, nor did she argue or reach for anything else. Instead, she simply waited for me to speak again. ‘That bawd color might h...ve been what brought Sir to you initially, but that isn’t why he brought you to his home. Not now. Not ever.’ She asked simply, ‘Then what is my purpose? What is my raison d’être?’ Quietly I ground my teeth. Never in my life–nor my afterlife–had I had to struggle with myself as I did now to keep my composure. That–accent! I exhaled slowly, and I. My wife started playing with his cock and he played with her pussy while deeply kissing each other.I was still stunned and all of a sudden my wife asked if they could fuck again. He was practically on top her then, and before I got a chance to answer, he said to me”I have a condom in my jeans so I will get it if you let us fuck again”I could easily tell that they both wanted to fuck again and after hearing my wife say how good it felt the first time when he was bare and came in her, I said to. To repay her now for her earlier lip service with the same I pushed the sexy alligator up on all four and feasted my bulging eyes on the loveliest buttocks and the tiny brown aperture within. Changing my reclining position I pressed a passionate kiss into those secret parts, holding my wriggling wet catch firmly around the narrow hips. I destinated a crimson love bite to both of the tiny cheeks and stuck my tongue into her anus. Juliette's got quite agitated, but I hold her tight and told her. “You’re fat,” she said.“I’m not fat, I’m bulking up.”“Then why are your arms still skinny?”“Shut up, Becky.”“You shut up, Gweg.”“I shouldn’t even be wrestling you,” I spat. “Wrestling has weight classes for a reason. You should be wrestling one of the lighter guys.”“You have to wait until after I beat you to make excuses,” she giggled.“You’re not going to beat me,” I said. “Wrestling is about power, technical skill and reflexes. You have to know how to wrestle.”“What is there to know?” Becky.