“You laughin’ at my accent?”“It just took me by surprise. I love your accent.”“I could change it if you’d prefer something closer to hom...,” she said. I was dumbfounded. There was no trace of the Louisiana accent of just a minute ago.“Wait. Are you fooling with me? Where are you really from?”“Really, Louisiana. But I listen to people and can copy almost any accent. I like my own most of the time, though.”“I do, too,” I said enthusiastically. “It’s cool.”A bouncing bubble of blonde mirth came. . Balanced myself on my knees.And shaped my palms across her chest with the entire weight on my knees.It was a tough thing, but i managed to do it with desire overcoming any pain. Was caressing her nice curves – as i did so I was feeling her chest heave due to her breathing. Her chest was tough and breasts standing out like the mango balls. As i bent closer I could feel her hot breath flaming my cheeks. I was still scared at the corner of my heart. I bent a little closer and started sucking her. His cock throbbed, bubbling with moisture at the piss hole.Joan sat on the edge of his bed, and her hand slipped along his warm thigh, moving to his throbbing hard-on. She wasn’t breathing, but when her fingers touched his balls, a loud hiss came from her.“Ohhhh, God!” Joan gasped, and she gripped her son’s cock with a tight fist. “Oh, Billy, I ... oh, I need this so much!” She squeezed his cock, making him groan. With quick movements, Joan climbed onto her son’s bed, straddling him with her. The guys jostled against me, wanting to see as much as possible, and also putting their hands on Sue’s tits and stomach. I got two of the lads to hold Sue’s legs up and apart, while I put a little KY on my dick. Removing the dildo I placed my cock at the entrance to her arse-hole and held position for pictures. Then I pushed against Sue’s sphincter and went up. Sue gasped. I was having anal sex with my wife in front of half a dozen guys. How had we got here?!I kept up a steady rhythm in and out.