The universe seemed to collapse to a tunnel; my one focus becoming Ms. Monroe's foot, the bold fixation of my raging desire.For the briefest of moment... the old me exerted itself, a stranger in this new reality, and demand to know what on earth I was doing, why I'd capitulated to her sordid whims with barely a word of protest. But then Ms. Monroe wiggled her toes back and forth impatiently, crimson jewels beneath black nylon, and my old self vanished with neither a sigh or a whisper.Leaning. They lipped the halter of their dresses over their head letting it fall to the floor. He smiled admiring the two married women he was about to fuck in front of their husbands. He leaned over, caressed and kissed a breast on each one.The girls quickly had Andrew naked. His athletic physique was tall, lean with a defined droop to his soft cock. The girls knelt and took turns sucking his cock to life. Paul moved to sit beside Dan as the girls showed off his hard cock.“Andrew, think you’re man. I'm not saying I'll not go over to the 'Dark side, ' although, from your point of view, I guess you'd see it as the 'Bright side' but, for the moment at least, I'd like to hide behind something, even if the only thing between me and total embarrassment is an old tee-shirt." Yes?" Ms Catherine Harris? We spoke on the phone this morning ... My name is Harold Pettigrew, May I come up to talk to you?" Yes, certainly ... BZZZZT!" Come in, please ... No, no, that's alright, Keep your shoes. How may I. My sensual wife glanced at me from time to time; looking for my approval and making sure I was still watching. Her show made my dick get hard inside of my trousers.I watched as these black hands slipped down to her thong, finding that her sweet pussy juices had saturated the thin black material.I saw him sliding a finger inside, then two ones. A slight gasp escaped Ana’s red lips, as she felt the invasion of her slippery wet cunt. I was sure that the bastard was teasing her swollen clit between.