It was just a dance, nothing scandalous, but notfrom Rich's point of view.He could feel Jake's body pressing against his wife, her breasts on thebig m...n's broad chest, his hand stealing a feel of the uppermost portionof her bottom before rising again. They playfully touched each otherthrough two dances before stealing off into the shadows and moving farenough along the lawn to conceal themselves among several trees, in thecenter of which was a curved wooden bench with a backrest. They. I need to see more of him, and my hands hook under the bottom of his sweater and push upwards. He releases my hips to raise his arms. When he's free of his sweater, my own follows quickly, and we're skin-to-skin. He's smooth, only a few hairs decorating the small valley between his pecs, and a small trail leading south from his navel and disappearing under his jeans.My head dips down and I suck on his nipple, pinching the other between my fingers, and they both turn to small marbles under my. I press the head of my cock against her ass. She whimpers gently, and pushes back against me, and I enter, going where her butt plug went, only deeper, much deeper inside her. Jackie screams aloud as I open her there, ready though she is for it. “Fuck me.” Her voice is hoarse, barely a whisper reverberating off the alley walls. I must obey. She calls out dirty commands, and I windows light up, and blackened silhouettes watch as I pound my wife. I am fucking her hard now with deep. ‘One of the last parties he threw, was one of the best. It was for the class of 1987.’ Another spy chimed in, ‘I was in the class of 1987. I remember that party. It was at Rick’s Cafe Americain hotel in Vienna. James Bond had picked that spot, because he was a real fan of the movie `Casablanca’, and its hero, Rick, had started that hotel in Vienna after the war.’ Jane began to wonder where movies left off and reality began. Her father was better known for Sean Connery’s portrayal of him, than.