Barry did not know that I had been emailing Peggy with a whole series of nasty fantasy stories about her sexual adventures. It was my way of slowly se...ucing her from a distance. I learned what turned her on by what she told me after she read them. She was very broad minded and seemed to like whatever I wrote, no matter how raunchy. I love that. They are a great couple. Barry is a very lucky man and Peggy is a super-hot wife. She is the definition of MILF.We got well lubricated at the bar, then. ...clomp....unable to make much sound butsucking on the giant pink cock filling my mouth. My entire body markedand welted by my loving Aunt Joann....then encased in severe bondage toplease Her...."I think you can have her again one day next week Joann"...."would thatbe okay?".....i am pushed into the back of Mistress's car....nothing buta perverted fuck toy...helpless to escape any of the things done to me.The last thing i hear before the door is closed is your voice..." Oh Iwould love to. “You owe me,” Betty exclaimed as she turned the door knob and we were both bathed in the florescent lights of the store. She and I headed straight for the front door. As we pulled out of the parking lot, Betty remarked, “Oh my fucking gawd! That was so intense!” I had to agree. We crossed into Oklahoma. Betty sat silent in the seat next to me, looking out the window. “Are you okay?” I asked. “Oh yea,” Betty replied. “Freaking frustrated as hell, but I am okay.” “That would make two of us,” I. “You dirty slut, you’re so fucking wet”. I squeezed his fingers with my pussy. As he thrust them in and out, Mike was now stroking my body with his hands watching my husband finger fuck me. I could feel Mike’s hands rubbing closer to my pussy. My husband removed his thumb from my clit, as Mike slid his fingers down a cupped my swollen button. He slowly rubbed and flicked as my husband continued to push his fingers in and out of my dripping wet hole. I thrust my hips up to their hands, my desire.