She was wet enough it didn'thurt, but she didn't like being violated by some sortof machine with a prick twice the size of Fred's. She'd sometimes won...ered what it would be like tobe fucked by a real stud, some black guy with afoot‑long dick. Now she was finding out, and itwasn't as good as she thought it might be. Still, therelentless fucking had an effect, and she finallycame, and then again, and then still again, until, inher groggy, fucked senseless state, she couldn'treally count or keep. The place probably needs a good going over with the duster and polishif you wouldn't mind. Maybe you could make me something to eat in awhile? Actually there's a few dishes that need washing?''That's fine,' I said. I realised that now she was getting a new pairof glasses I would have to be careful to always keep up my appearance.'And put on that apron there, you don't want to get that nice top dirtydo you?'I smiled and went into the kitchen and Mrs. Storey sat down to watchtelevision. I leaned. He soon had her legs spread and was kneeling between them, the bastard was going to fuck my wife. At this time both boys had their cocks out as well, both with impressive hard ons.The man lowered himself and guided his cock to her open pussy and slowly pushed it in, no resistance, she was wet enough from the fingering she’d already had. He started slowly, long slow strokes and gradually speeding up so that her tits were all over the place as he pounded into her. Both boys were stroking now as. “I found her.”“Well you sound really excited about it,” Toby replied. “I mean, seriously.” He began to speak in a flat monotone. “No. Stop. Settle down. I can’t let you do it. Be still. Control yourself, you maniac.”“What’s wrong?” asked Dave, still searching. “Did she get fat?”“Fuck, dude!” hissed Toby. “That’s really inappropriate. And really discriminatory too,” he said a little louder, eyeing off a few woman weightlifters standing near us.“Yeah,” I said, rolling my eyes. “She put on eighty.