I just stared as he moved up behind her and began fucking her with his 50-year old cock. She said something to him and they both looked over at me and...smiled and waved. She raised herself until her ample breasts were swinging free of the bench, bouncing with each thrust. "God, YESSSS, I LOVE getting fucked by a big cock" she screamed. Usually I cum once and then go to sleep but incredibly I was springing back to life for a third time. Steve thrust into my wife and smirked as he watched a male. This is the area where that poor woman was found last week.”Anita glanced about, noticing how dark and misty their surroundings now were. Her mind drifted to the woman that Susannah had mentioned. Her naked corpse was dumped in an alleyway very near here. Gotham City Police was identified as the third victim of a serial killer known as ‘The Artist’. At the paper Anita had been disgusted by how her male colleagues had rushed to write lurid stories about how the women had been kidnapped, raped. The top was tied loosely and I could see her hard, erect nipples as the material moved in the gentle breeze. Fixing myself a drink from the poolside cart, I walked over to where she laid. I leaned over and kissed her lightly on the lips. “Hi, Amber. What’s for dinner?” “Hi, Lee. Actually I really don’t have anything planned. Maybe you could help me throw something quick together…after we have a couple of drinks to relax. Ok, honey?” “Ok, Amber. You’ve. ”I glanced around, and saw that between the two seats was a space, and behind that space was a curtain. What’s that?” I asked?“Oh, this rig has a sleeper,” he explained, “That’s how you get in, just pull the curtain to the side.”As I pulled the curtain, Billy reached in and pushed a few buttons on the dash. The compartment behind the curtain lit up. I stood and moved between the two seats to take a look. The sleeper, as he called it, was like a New York studio apartment, but actually much.