When I pulled her into my arms, she let me but was stiff. I could feel her going through the motions but not have her heart in it.I moved her to a dar... corner and had a snack at the Y. The girl was noticeably more relaxed when we started dancing again. At least for a few minutes. I had to munch her muff again for her to relax for a few minutes. I carefully slipped in a finger to work her g-spot over the last time. That is what she appeared to need to relax and finally enjoy herself.At the end. "Your asshole looks really pink and hot, John. Does it want this hard plastic cock up it? Push your asshole around it John. Take this cock up your hole while you jerk that hot cock." John's hips lifted up off the bed and moved toward Sam's hand, which held the dildo, and Sam pushed the dildo into John's hole. It slid right in easily. Sam started pumping it slowly back and forth. In and out of his sons hot asshole. Sam had cum just a half hour ago but this site of his son's asshole and jacking. John thought he would be angry, upset, hurt and all other such emotions but the shocking one that stood out was how turned on he was at witnessing his wife in this illicit union with her lover. The fact that she is not just cheating on him but doing it with her friend, with no protection, would send a normal guy over the edge trying to beat down the door to stop it. The thought of his wife eagerly taking such a large guy, skin to skin/bare-back like that, on top of his strong dark African. After he slaps my breast he unties me. "Get on the bed." I practically run on it. He then ties my hands to my headboard and again ties my legs to my thighs this time to expose the wetness he had created. He runs his finger over it. "Why are you so fucking wet? It's like a river." I kind of took that as a compliment but I answered that I did not know. He took that answer and looked at me so sadistically with his dick still out and hard. The wonder of his next move excited me. I take a break from.