Soon one red swift car came and Stop in front of me. Window gets down. And I saw her.She was in black kuti and blue jeans. She was looking damn hot in...black sunglasses. She asked me sit in back seat and lower my head. As she doesn’t want anyone to notice her with someone.I sat on back seat and lower my head. The car was full of her aroma. And it was arousing me. Soon she drove the car to NH8. After 1-2 km she stopped the car car and asked me to come in front. I was waiting for that only.I sat. "I'm gonna cum!" He yelled as he pulled back a stood up, jerking his cock. She slid down off the bed and shouted up at him."Give it to me, I want you to cum all over my face and tits!" At that moment I felt my own anal orgasm begin and without touching my dick began to spray cum on my own face as I listened to the sound of him groaning with ecstasy.I tilted my head back, still leaking cum over my stockings as I witnessed him explode all over my wife's face. She was trying to swallow as much as. It gave me a chance to show Zaza a few moves s/he could try on the set. The three of us were cheering Zaza on while she practiced. ‘Work it baby! Work it! Shake it baby Shake that big lady stick!’ That brought Nick in to yell at us. He started screaming at Zaza in Turkish. Whatever he said it wasn’t too nice. It made Zaza cry. ‘Bitch!’ I muttered once he left. ‘It’s alright.’ replied Zaza wiping hir eyes. ‘He said Hammer was bitching about us being a bunch of fucking brat whores.’ ‘Asshole!’. After a quick trip around the neighborhood, and peaking into a fewwindows, Marshal went back to his own house. Though he was sorelytempted to continue trying out his newfound athletic abilities, hewanted to try something else as well.Getting safely back into his own room, Marshal sat down on his bed,amazed at just how alive and energetic he felt. Letting himself calmdown a little bit, Marshal started walking back and forth across hisroom, enjoying the way every movement in his new body felt. .