“You’re right, Gwen. What I need to do if fuck you.”She stood and went to the sink, her breathing heavy. She was struggling with herself, I coul... tell. I went to her, pressed my erection into her ass and she moaned, leaning against me slightly. “I love my husband,” she said in a whisper. “I don’t want to hurt him or Stacy.”I put my hands on her hips and squeezed. I was near heaven. “Me neither,” I told her. “But I have to have you. Now.”“Oh, Mike.” She pushed back against me harder and I had to. Bill followed her and stood close between her legs. This stance put his hard cock in her face. She loved the view but was curious as to what he intended. He said, “spread your legs.” She did, and he forced his erection down till the head was pointing toward her pussy. He held in that position for a moment, then as she watched, his stream of pee started.Oh shit! He was peeing on her pussy. Her intake of breath distracted him. His cock went back up, and the pee stream did as well. She felt his. With each deep thrust I felt the bed jar under me, knowing the amount of force he was giving me. Holy fuck. This may not be the biggest cock I've ever had, but he definitely knows how to use it. Alternating fast and slow, deep and then teasing. And then he told me to reach under and rub my clit. I did as I was told and then came like a fountain. I could barely hold myself up any more on my one leg and fell completely forward on the bed. I rolled over and that's when I saw his cock, hard and. She put on a green lace bra which only covered her nipples, green cheek hugger panties, a green garter belt with green stockings, to complete the outfit green 5” heels she put on some makeup. She yelled from her room I’m coming.She headed down the hall when she realized the guys were in the living room waiting for her. She walked in the room the look on her face was not one of I’m going to have a good time but one of hate.Wilson was sitting on the sofa, “you’re a minute late bitch, so what.