"I don't know how top do this!" I whined."Wiggle your hips and bend over every once in a while," she advised."And when they approach the bars of the c...ge, let 'em reach thosethighs. Guys just love sticking money into boots like that."It took Brian scolding me twice--the second time with an explicit threatabout getting my member back--to get me dancing, but I tried after that,and I really did my best. Nobody saw my tears or red face; Brittaney wasright: they were looking at my chest and my tiny. I was always in bookshops these days, building up a massive collection of dirty books – all glamour, no more than topless. When mags got more explicit I had to draw in knickers, and eventually give up buying mags and rely on the new Internet. But it was lovely going into the shops where ladies served – 2 in particular – and ogle all the mags, then going up to the counter with a big stack. Do you think those ladies worked out that I was a wanker? When they saw inside my case, full of dirty mags. I now fuck myself once a week.But in reality...we just do what we have to do to get her off then I masturbate myself while she fucks herself silly with the cock. I have come to love watching that big cock slide in and out of her hot cunt. Watching her arch her back in orgasm as it stretches and penetrates places my cock never could. This in the only way now I can get hard is watching this hot wife of mine take a "stranger's cock" I have begun to pretend I am watching another man take her as. The other 3 men were well into their 40s if not 50s but this guy wouldnt have been a year or two older than me. He was definitely the shyest, his meat stick was chubby and heavy and stunk but I loved it. I peeled the sheath back and slobbered all over it. Spit-roast! Maurice and Tyrese yelled from behind me as they decided theyd had enough exploring and warming up. I got that sweet pink sphincter of hers, aight! Tyrese called shotgun on my ass hole, Hear, that missy, youre coming for a ride on.