Ich ging an meinen Rucksack, holte eine Flasche Vodka und eine Cola. Das Zeug schüttete ich in einen Topf und kostete. Es schmeckte ekelig. Dabei sah...ich schon, wie Frank seinen Schwanz bei Kerstin eingeführt hatte und sie zu ficken anfing. Ok dachte ich mir, ging noch einmal zum Rucksack, um eine zweite Flasche Cola zu holen. Auch die kam noch in den Topf. Jetzt schmeckte das schon deutlich besser. Ich nahm einen ordentlichen Schluck und sah dann den beiden bei ihrer Nummer zu. Es dauerte. As Rhonda opened my trousers and took out my cock I watched my wife slide off of Robbie's lap, kneel between his legs and take his erection into her mouth.Rhonda whispered, “Your wife loves to suck cocks, doesn't she.” I nodded.“So do I.” She bent over, kissed the head of my engorged penis and slipped it into her mouth.It turned into a memorable evening. Afterward, as we were relaxing, Jeanne told Rhonda and Robbie about our Friday night group. They were both excited by the concept and eagerly. She had a mischievous smile on her milky face. Her figure reminded him of her mother's. She looked like a belly dancer with her curvy hips and tapered waist. He smiled briefly, but then remembered that doped-up longed haired hippie loser boyfriend she showed up with. She said she had changed her major. She was going to be a..a.. Social Worker! His smile melted into a frown, and then a grimace.Ariana was the middle child, and the middle figure of the photograph. In it, she wore a beautiful blue. He asked my wife to dance on a sexy song ‘Akeli main Aai’ (from Gambler) He was having the original vulgar track. My wife performed a sexy dance which could arouse even 100-year-old guy.There is a line about a mole (Til). My wife has a til on her cheek – ‘Gore Gal Pe Til hai Kaala’. Also, there were many words asking for having wild sex. This aroused Mr. Paul and he decided to get closer to my wife.Mr. Paul: Now it’s my turn to ask for the price.We all agreed, first he wants to ask my wife.Mr..