Unlike in Jane Austin’s time, people often had sex and then figured out the romantic situation as they went along. Judy said, “Wouldn't you like t... be along on my fantasy? Sort of like Blanche Barrow?”“I hope I wouldn’t be as annoying as she was.”“You know, I’ve heard that Blanche is still alive and hates the way she was portrayed in the movie. But of course, no, I don’t imagine you’d be like that.”“And who is the Buck Barrow in this? I can’t imagine it would be Paul.”Judy felt a need to defend. Saturday afternoon turned to evening and my wife got herself ready. After shaving her pussy smooth, she put on a sheer, slutty black dress over some lingerie. She put on her sluttiest fishnet stocking and heels and we were soon on our way.We arrived around 7pm and noticed a few cars parked outside. The place was certainly run-down on the outside and as we walked to the entrance, my mind raced thinking about what we may find inside.“How many cocks do you think you’ll take tonight?” I asked. The two thousand or so people in the Redsands Festival Hall watched in dead silence as Carrie Pearson’s head began bobbing back and forth along Troy’s penis shaft and as a message began scrolling across the bottom of the screen advertising various agencies that could help you with any Family Sex concerns you might have. This was obviously a nicely scripted part of Carrie and Troy’s appearance and one that they seemed to be enjoying and taking very seriously indeed.The cameras that were trained. "Jesus, you feel good." he breathed as he pounded into me and his balls slapped against my ass-cheeks, "Your ass feels exactly like a real woman’s cunt – beautiful."I pulled myself closer to him and lifted my legs higher so’s I was almost bent double beneath his thrashing body, his cock ‘bottoming-out’ deep inside my ass and pushing my body back and forth on the grass."That’s right. Oh my God, yesssss!" I hissed, "Fuck me harder and spurt your cum deep inside me. Fill me with it and let me know.