Your grunts come each time you push back against my hand, trying to get my fingers even deeper inside. I wonder how long you can go like this without ...oming but I know what you are waiting for. I remove my fingers and your ass clenches rapidly, searching for something to fill it, something to stimulate it. I squeeze more lube into my hand and apply it to my hard cock. I take a few seconds to stroke myself, watching your ass clench and your pussy spasm. I move forward to position my cock. This was something that John began to notice, as the beers went down and he felt more comfortable talking to us. I noticed that the guys at the bar were paying less attention to the game, and more time checking out my wife. The more she leaned in, the more the guys checked out Jennifer’s ass. She definitely had an audience. However, John seemed to be her biggest admirer.At one point, I noticed that the two were having a hard time talking over the volume of the television. So, I suggested that. It was as though we were not there at all. I began signalling to Mike that we should be going, but he beckoned with palms down to sit tight and not move.Mandy was now removing Chris's shirt and feverishly undid his belt to release his jeans. He was a well muscled man with plenty of tattoos on his arms and body and a healthy glow to his skin"Take these off," he said lifting her dress and pointing to her panties.Mandy didn't mess about she quickly slipped her panties off, in that time honoured. She looked up almost as soon as we were through the door and closed her legs. She told us in broken English that she was really sorry but she couldn't help herself!!We told her to relax and not to worry as masturbation is perfectly natural and if she wanted to, she should carry on. I could feel my cock twitching in my shorts and I knew that my wife was feeling hot. The maid smiled as I walked towards her and gently parted her legs. I knelt down in front of her and gently pulled her knickers.