I told my wife that we were being watched. She briefly looked over at the window and then looked back up at me. My cock was dripping in her saliva and...she again smiled at me as she pulled her night shirt off,“Fuck Me!” She lay back on the floor and opened her legs and I could see how wet she was. Like her I had gotten to the point where I didn’t care. The door was locked, we weren’t expecting company and it wasn’t as if this person could really do anything and I wasn’t about to miss out on. By the time I hung up mum was standing fully clothed and flushed… “Who was it?” Mrs. Foster… said she is on her way back and will pick up Vicky in half an hour. “Ohh… oh ok… go tell her to get ready” I took the stairs two at a time and barged straight into Cathy’s room without knocking. The flash of the camera momentary took me by surprise. Both girls shrieked…and no wonder…Cathy held the camera in her hands whilst Vicky lay naked on all fours on the bed with her ass in the air…she held a. As my lips met his head, I could feel my heart pound in my chest. Slowly engulfing his head, I swirled my tongue around his member, my tongue tasting an ever so slightly sweet and saltiness. God, it felt so strange; to have another man's dick in your mouth. The smell was intriguing, it didn't smell like BO, but of a scent of that can only be described as pheromones. As I slowly took more of his cock into my mouth, I could feel the head of his cock slid down towards the back of my tongue. I. It was painfully delicious. He was knocking on my wall with such a force I was dying, yet living at the same time. I looked up at him, and he just had this devilish grin on his face as he continued fucking the shit out of me! Oh my God, I had to close my eyes as I felt it pounding in and out. It was painful at times, but the thought of him just hammering me was so much of a turn on. This penetration was like no other. His dick was scrubbing my inner walls, dipping into my pudding with his cake.