I moved away from his chest and took it off, as I did so Malcolm slid down to lie on the bed and pulled the covers away from his lower body. He was na...ed and my eyes were drawn to his incredible erect cock. My cock was (indeed it still is) pretty much average size, Malcolm’s was definitely longer and thicker. he was uncut but his foreskin had rolled back revealing his glans. Again I couldn’t help but compare to mine, my helmet is fairly rounded Malcolm’s was more pointed with a definite tip,. Then after touching her, rubbing her ass cheeks and dipping his finger between the wet lips of her pussy, I watch as he slowly pulls his big, fat, meaty cock out of his jeans. Ronnie slapped my wife's ass cheek with his shaft a few times and then ran the magnificent head over her wet slit, causing my wife to arch her hips upward to get as much as she could. My wife grasped his shaft as I stood back, and she pulled Ronnie up to her face. "Oh shit, you're huge." My wife muttered as she struggled. No matter, the end result was the same, my powerful hips had buried my cock balls deep in her and now she was going to get fucked. She was really tight at first, the first thirty or forty strokes from my dick meeting some resistance but gradually she began to loosen up and I was soon gliding fairly easily in and out of her. She had the most magnificent boobs, I was so distracted by squeezing and pulling at them, twisting her nipples hard that I almost didn’t notice her cumming again, I just. Her mind clicked on and all of a sudden she knew she had the opportunity to torture Jon with some good fashioned foreplay. With the water steaming up the bathroom wall, she brought her iPad into the bathroom along with her phone. She hurriedly texted Jon. "Skype me now." While she waited, she opened the curtain to the shower and sat on the edge of the tub. Her iPad rang with the tones of an incoming Skype call. She arranged her t-shirt, the only article of clothing that she still had on, and.