Lynn sat on the edge of the couch and unbuttoned his jeans till they fell to the floor and then she hooked her fingers on either side of his boxers an... lowered them slowly, his cock sprang up, inches from my wife’s mouth. Lynn grasped his cock and slowly jacked him, watching his cock slip between her fingers. She wanted to taste him but was frozen in place. I guess Desmond couldn’t take it anymore and he put his hand on the back of her head and pulled her toward his cock, she was mesmerized as. This was raw and physical. Almost animalistic. Two young black athletes sharing a beautiful older white woman as they might share a takeaway or a six-pack of beer. Cocky and confident in their ability to please her, taking turns as they played a game and satisfied their own lusts in a way they knew was guaranteed to make their new friend eager for a repeat performance.As if by some magical telepathic thread, the mood and behavior of Jill’s new partner started changing. His hips and ass still. I didn't tell her the part about liking to fuck. It was obvious from the way I looked at her legs. The wind blew her short tennis skirt up and I could see her pale blue tights. After a while she gave up trying to keep the skirt in place and let the wind take it.Karen gave me her telephone number, saying she would keep my tennis racket until we could get together. "Who knows? Maybe we'll play again sometime," she said.Those looking down into the open car from their windows saw the long legged. The whole scene was highly erotic and my cock got very hard. I decided to move up the pace a bit. I moved my hands underneath Jeanette’s t-shirt and pulled it over her head. I moved closer to her and from behind took her breasts in my hands. I kissed her neck and shoulders. I moved my left hand in the direction of Lisa’s robe. I pulled it open a bit further so both her breasts were now clearly visible. I took one in my hand, found her nipple and circled it with my finger. It was all too much.