The straps tugged at my shoulders, supporting this new, unaccustomed weight for the first time. They felt cool to the touch, but quickly warmed to my ...ody temperature.Janice stepped back and took a look at me."Oh," she said simply."Janice?"She was staring at my breasts. "Hello ... Earth to Janice?" I waved my hand in front of her face.Janice snapped out of it. "I'm sorry! It's just..." she shook her head to clear her mind.Just then I noticed how strong was the smell of her sex. Janice must be. Your speed increases yet again as I straighten and pump my hard on for you. I show you my lust plainly as you bring yourself to the edge. I can tell you are getting close as your thighs quiver, still stroking myself as your assault on your dripping snatch grows frantic. I stop with my own ministrations and my fingers brush between your pussy lips, so wet that two fingers push in tightly but without struggle. Your head throws back and your blond hair spills behind you, legs quivering as you. We sat at a table and ate and then we got some drinks and we started wandering around. The first room we looked in had several couches and chairs. There was a couple that had to be at least 60 years old already going at it. They didn’t look bad, they obviously kept themselves in good shape but it was still strange to see folks like that fucking like dogs. He had bent her over the back of one of the couches and he was hammering away. She was yelping and pushing her ass back up at him and he. I started stroking my cock, trying to picture what was going on in there. Was she bent over the toilet, getting fucked from behind, her jeans bunched up around her ankles. Was she sitting on the toilet, her legs spread wide and the guy plunging into her married cunt, hammering away at my darling wife's pussy. Or maybe he was the one sitting on the toilet, and my wife was straddling him, riding his hard cock while he sucked on her tits."Hmm, you feel so good," my wife moaned. "Harder!" There's.