My eyes focused on his balls as they bounced up and beat against the bottom of her pussy each time he thrust up.“Mmmmmm, yeah!,” my wife suddenly ...ried. “Oh, yeah, oh, yeah. OH, yeah! OH, YEAH!”Her getting vocal was enough to drive her artist lover over the edge too. He squirmed under her and let out a large groan as he continued to pound her pussy from beneath her.Taking a ragged breath myself I steadied the camera and took several more pictures. Concentrating on other stuff had kept me from. ........................................................................................................................ That evening we met as arranged at the restaurant. A glass or two of Chianti and a meal soon had us laughing and chatting away as if we had been friends for ages. We were both relaxed and finished the bottle of wine. Neither of us was driving and I suggested she come back to my place for a coffee, “They make terrible coffee here.” I said. “You won’t get to sleep for hours. ”Q: You know what’s fun about being sober?A: Nothing.Q: Why did Mexicans create tequila?A: So ugly people would have a chance at having sex!Q: What do you get when you mix English class with alcohol?A: Tequila MockingbirdQ: What has eight arms and an IQ of 60?A: Four guys drinking Bud Light and watching a football game!Q: How can you tell if someone Amish is an alcoholic?A: They keep falling off the wagon.Q: How many men does it take to open a Budweiser bottle?A: none. the lady should already. Fuck me baby!” I wrapped my arms around his shoulders and brought my legs around his waste, bring him close to me. Adam positioned himself and thrust inside of me. I moaned and bit my lip to keep from screaming out in ecstasy. As Adam thrust into me, I met his hips with my own, trying to get every bit of him into me. Raking my nails down his back, breathing hard and moaning his name, I felt close to the edge. “I'm going to cum baby, don't stop. Fuck, ugh, deeper.” Adam drove deeper into me. “I.