They stood side-on but with faces turned towards the camera, in a classic tango embrace, with the other woman in the male lead attitude, holding her c...ose. Of this statuesque beauty Fen had written, in Spanish that I could make sense of: “I dedicate this day to Pilar Díaz Fernandez, tanguera of Buenos Aires, who taught my heart to dance as well as my body. Love and gratitude for ever, my darling. Fenellita xoxoxo” “Well, well,” Gemma said wonderingly. “When she said she’d changed, she wasn’t. I was near to reaching my climax but held back. She was now thrusting with me meeting my every move. The noise of her wetness being caught between our bodies was loud like if someone was being smacked.As she reached her orgasm I let go and rammed into her as far as I could. I could feel her cervix at the head of my cock and the thought of shooting my sperm so close to her entry to her ovaries excited me.My first eruption seemed enormous and then many more followed it. Lyn was almost throttling. My wife saw this cowboy, looked like it was his first time to the big city, which I guess right, he was a Montana boy, in for the bull riding competition, at the rodeo in town. I had talked to the gent, and invited him to our table for drinks and dancing, later asked if he was interested in fucking my wife. We had a motor home, which made it easy, just my wife and this cowboy, I filmed the whole deal, wow, that was exciting, the only thing this poor boy fell in love with my wife, had to give. His music was a more modern country style. I went up to the low stage, and did a quick intro, but then, before I sat down, I decided to have a little fun. “Brad, before I let you perform, I need you to do something for me. Could you help me for just a minute?”Paisley looked a little amused and confused, but he was a game trouper. “Of course, sir. What can I do?”I turned towards my wife and said, “Marilyn, can you come on up here with me?”Marilyn looked mystified, but she was game. She joined us.