I wanted someone to fuck me good, and I was desperate now. In this frustration, I went into my room and went right to sleep. The next da... I woke up late. I was in a bad mood, so I just didn’t want to interact with anyone. I went down for breakfast in my crop top, and shorts and I didn’t even care to put on a bra. Anyone who saw me could tell easily that I was in a bad mood.As I moved towards the dining area, I saw a few bags and some parcels by the door. It must be Uncle Sam’s. There were now five of us bouncing up and down while everyone watched the screen. Therese grabbed my breasts and dug her nails into them. I cried out as she continued to push her nails in to the soft delicate flesh. She then pinched my nipples hard and pulled on them so that they extended out from my breasts. She continued to abuse my breasts as we watched the screen. All the time I was forced to fuck myself on her strapon. For the next 90 minutes the video showed scenes from the previous few. Maybe she said. Look I'll go mix you a drink to relax you I said. I jumped up and headed to the house before she could say no. I mixed a strong version of my wife's favorite drink and headed back to the pool. When I got back I saw my wife sucking Ash . I sat her drink down and took a seat to watch her work on his big dick. She had both hands on it and still had enough to suck. After a few minutes I stood and walked over to my wife's tight ass. I eased her bikini bottom off and buried my face in. “Scoot back up her, baby”, said Brad and Amy was again by his side, turned towards him but her line of sight was directed between his legs. His cock was huge, long, thick, and imposing. It lay flat against his muscular stomach and stretched beyond his belly button. Brad broke the silence by saying “You’re on again, Dave. Take Amy’s hand and put it on my cock.” I gently grabbed my wife’s hand by the wrist and moved it to Brad’s cock. “It’s so nice to see a supportive husband”, Brad said. Amy.