Thank God. Get soft. Please get soft. This was probably the first time in his whole life that he wished an erection would just go away without the hel... of masturbation or a hot chick and he was sure that when he looked back at this moment, he'd laugh about it. Bullshit, he thought. This will never be funny to me. Ever. The smell of cinnamon scented air freshener floated into his nose as he took a deep breath. Just relax and it'll go away. John came into the kitchen and eyed all the bags. "Holy. I broke off our embrace and I got behind the brunette…. my cock rubbing up against his butt crack and the lycra of my speedos, and the nylon of his AussieBums making it slide up and down like silk. I looked up at his blonde husband and asked him if he wanted to watch me fuck his husband?Reaching around I started rubbing the bruntte’s cock through his speedo. With a smile, his husband told me that the brunette needs a good fucking and gave me permission.With the brunette’s arse rubbing up and. She was slightly shorter than me. She also had an all-over suntan.“Like what you see?” she joked as my eyes took in every aspect of her.I thought as I looked over her entire body that she was going to be a ‘perfect fuck’. Jan was the oldest woman I had ever fucked or was about to. I had no worries about her desires and from all account her ability and apparent willingness to have sex in an unrestrained and uninhibited way.“I think your husband is crazy to abandon what I can see is perfection,”. Touching simply to touch. Touching to satisfy. To arouse. To ignite and to add fuel. Touching to make it red hot. Touching to get wet. Touching to make it even harder. Touching to bring out the animal. In the dark, the words I conjure up are not words of anything else besides a hard cock, a wet pussy, yielding lips, grasping and stroking hands, penetrating fingers, a tongue, an ass grasped by reaching hands, smooth skin and hair, sweat and saliva and semen and your fluids all mixed, taste and.