Tires squealed as a car stopped outside the garage, then Greg, wearing jeans and a sweatshirt and holding a gun in his hand, burst through the door. H... looked at Frankie, then down at Ronny, who was still struggling, and a smile formed on his lips. ‘Damn, Frankie!’ he said. ‘Looks like you didn’t need me. You OK?’ ‘I…I’m fine,’ Frankie replied. ‘I’m a little messed up, but I’m not hurt.’ Greg shoved his gun into his belt while he looked down at Ronny and grinned. ‘Don’t think we can say the. In front of his own wife, no less.“Oh ... FUCKING HELL!” Jessica screamed now as I bottomed-out inside her not-as-tight bum now.The fact that her husband was now balls deep inside her dripping wet cunt didn’t hurt matters, either. She was very much filled and stretched out, too, her sultry flesh crammed between our sweaty, manly bodies. We had her neatly trapped, but she didn’t want out of our grasp, anyway. Far from it, of course. Jessica was absolutely engulfed by us, just as we were by her.. She could taste the salty juices oozing from its swollen tip. Finally, she opened her mouth wide, encasing the very tip of its rounded head inside her warm mouth, sealing her quivering lips tightly around its impressive circumference as she began gently swaying her head back and forth. Kwami tilted his head back and groaned loudly with fervour.She marvelled at how smooth and slippery the shiny corona of the snake-like organ felt against her soft lips. She sucked passively, encircling her. "Thank you," I smiled back. "Say goodbye to Jezzi and Tyrona for me."Her laugh lost nearly all its volume as our visors separated and shegave me a final wave before the inner airlock door closed. A fewseconds later the outer airlock door slid shut with the slightestvibration under our feet. Crossing to the command chair, I flicked onthe outside vid display and waited patiently until the shuttle pulledaway."It's all yours, Ms. Larranti. May you and your wife have a goodflight. May the Goddess be.