Soon Charlie sped up his pace as he neared completion, with a very forceful ram, Charlie sunk all his fuck meat into my rectum. I screamed out in pain...as Charlie pumped his substance up my anal cavity. Charlie pulled from my aching anus, I was tired and exhausted that I could barely move. I had been violently fucked by two of my three assailants and was dreading what was in store for me. As I laid there still in my socks, tennis shoes and t-shirt trembling in a fetal position. Sobering and. I was just a passenger on this journey.She took her time dancing. One song ended, the next one played. Brenda can dance. Once she saw “twerking” was a thing, she committed herself to doing it. My wife is both sensual and sexual. She had my full attention as she removed the last piece of her clothing. I was riveted. Every move, every gyration. It wasn’t just a striptease, it was a performance. Then she came over to me, music still playing.“No hands,” she said as she worked on my pants. My hard. I wanted to surprise her so I was very quiet when I got in. The surprise was actually for me because I heard some noises coming from the living room, then I saw my wife enjoying a stranger fucking her from behind. They didn't saw or heard me and I just turned around and left.A strange thing happened then...all I could see was the picture of that guy fucking my wife and all I could hear was the pleasure in their voices but instead of getting nervous, I felt really aroused. It was a long walk as. ”There was an awe inspired gasp.“Really?”“Really. I will tell you that story some day when you are older.”They would not understand the family history for a few years yet. As we approached Grams house, the pilot made a call and got permission to land. The copter came down in the big open backyard at Grams and when I got the kids out and I took them in, two at a time, and hugged them.“I have to go and talk to your mom. Stay with Grams and I will be back a bit later. I love you.”“I love you.