Judging by the way she wiped her hand across her mouth, saliva must have been pouring from her lips and she was struggling for breath. How she was man...ging to get that thing inside her mouth and down her throat, let alone suck on it like it was a popsicle was a miracle. Pudgy old man was hung like a horse!She clearly couldn't get her hand closed around his cock and not only was it thick but it was fairly long too. My stupid brain kicked in. We all know that our wives dream about being fucked by. If you do, your life will go on pretty much as it always has. If not, well, I have some alternate plans. For the rest of today, relax and try to have fun. I promise you will not be hurt." I thought about what she had said. All through my life, from high school, college, and marriage I had been a "good girl", a "good wife" and generally had conformed to what a "nice" girl should do. Tom had been my "first". I fantasized about other men on occasion but had never so much as expressed the thought.. " The triolooked at her oddly, getting a snicker and, "I didn't think too highly ofthem and the dances that we had at my old school was parents/childrendances so of course I couldn't go because I would have to explain why myold parents weren't there. Mom wouldn't let me stay home tonight and Icouldn't leave you three to the wolves."The boys had avoided dancing for a half hour forcing the girls to dance bythemselves. The unofficial leader of the boys finally got the courage toask Amy to dance.. Her muscled legs wrapped around me when I took her missionary style. It quickly changed to us rolling over and her riding me. Gretchen was very loud, yelling for me to fuck her and she overdid the moans with every pump. Gretchen jumped off me and moved off the bed over to a chair. I got behind her and thrusted hard into her. My pelvis slapped hard into her firm ass. I moved one hand over on top of her ass and plunged my thumb into her. Gretchen turned her head back, her eyes got huge and she.