I wouldn't let 'em...oh God...I was loving it...so much cock...so much spunk..." I felt my balls begin to tingle; I was definitely on the vinegar stro...es now! She'd had about 20 loads up her in 24 hours! No wonder she wasn't sure who the Dad was? The dirty little fucker! "...but none of them had a cock...as nice as yours, Daddy...I think I'm gonna cum again...ooh..."! In my mind's eye, I saw my meaty cock stretching her hole...men lining up to fuck the drunken slut, wanking themselves as they. I want you to see the huge pool of his cum that drained out of my pussy last night, then I want you to lay me down in it, and fuck me right on top of it." My cock was so hard it felt like it might break. That was what Ann and I had on our minds as we went into Bob's room. Or so I thought. In only a few more minutes, my wife would surprise me again. Now we pick up tonight's story. The second time ever, that Bob fucks my wife. The section below was written only hours after it happened. It is. Then his head turned for the first time since I'd lost being the center of attention. His look was not at all a pleasant look when our eyes met. "Let him talk. What the fuck," he said to Philip and the underwear was pulled out of my mouth. I noticed that Amy's eyes were on me too.I started to but realized that nothing I said could make the situation better. Maybe I could frighten Amy and, in spite of everything, I didn't want to do that. All I could do was try not to cry again as my eyes. My hands glided from her soft chest to her armpits and they squeezed those armpits and rubbed those nicely. My fingers glided across the armpits and onto her shoulders. I held them tight and my lips started sucking in on her armpits. Her perfume was intoxicating me. I held her shoulders very tight and started sucking her soft shaved armpits. I licked around them and kissed in them as she moaned wildly with pleasure. I then moved my lips towards her superb boobs. I held them real tight and.