"Sid says he's always fancied you and I've told him he can fuck you." I couldn't believe what I was hearing. My husband had brought his friend home to...fuck me, whether I wanted it or not. Before I could do anything, he tore my dressing gown open and pinned my arms by my side. My dressing gown was wide open and my nightdress didn't do much to hide my modesty. He moved behind me and began to roughly maul my tits. "See Sid, I told you she had a great pair didn't I?"His friend got up off the couch. Itwas almost as if there was something jammed in the mechanism. He resolvedto try one last time to open it. It was all he had left, and itchallenged him, which couldn't be born. He thought of the spectaculardeal he had got on the piece. They didn't even know what they had, thefools. Gingerly, with his lame hand and his good one, he twisted. Firstlightly, then with increasing force. The patterned texture on the surfaceof the telescope gave almost perfect finger positions for the action. So,he. This fully exposes your pussy and asshole, and I can't resist licking, savouring your abundant juices, then probing your little starfish with the tip of my tongue, forcing you to bite yours to keep silent.Standing up, I slide into you again, and now I can go a lot deeper, touching your cervix. The excitement has been building for long, and now I need to give you a proper fuck, I need to feel your still red ass bumping against my thighs, so I start fucking you hard and fast, eliciting gasps from. I had seen him with my own eyes, felt the raw power spring forth from his hands and shake the foundations of our refuge. I had looked into the gleaming coals of his eyes as he held the Great Mother at bay with a negligent gesture of his red-skinned hand, his perfectly shaped body not even sweating. And, most of all, I had seen his manhood, thick and hard, pointing upwards from between his loins, throbbing every time the Great Mother’s magic washed feebly against his barriers. I had, at that.