A flashy purple jacket lays on her bed while she slips into her orange and black striped leggings. She’s puts on a sheer black shirt with pink cherr... blossoms falling to the left along side the words “Depeche Mode”.She puts on the purple jacket and shakes her short, black, messy hair just before she puts a bright red head band on. The arch of pure elation sets perfectly atop the writhing sea of black follicles. She steps outside into the waning day. Twilight is setting in. She’s got that. It didn't take long until his cock suddenly exploded in her mouth again, sending a large glob of his salty fluid to back of her throat. Still on her hands and knees, Kate began to retch uncontrollably. With every retching move she made, the man filling her ass groaned with pleasure as she also inadvertently clamped down with her rectal muscles on his fully buried erection. Somehow, she managed not to vomit around the massive penis that filled her mouth as the man pumped his remaining load. It felt so good to be totally exposed like this. I reached across, patted Abi's little backside affectionately, ruffled her hair, and said "Come on, better get our stuff on I suppose".We both pulled on our bikinis - Abi's was a cute little thing, the top being a mere hint of material as it had nothing much to hide. Mine was pretty tight as I'd had it for a few months now and my boobs had grown quite a bit since Mum had bought it. I eased them into it as best I could and then we both raced off. "Later that night I asked my wife about her 'trip' to Ascot with Gordon, we ended up having a steaming row which ended with her storming off to bed while I fumed quietly in the living room. There was a man I knew who had contacts with a detective agency and I called him then and there, thankfully my friend didn't keep office hours and was only too pleased to make the arrangements to have Claire and Gordon watched. When I hung up the phone I felt a little guilty for not trusting my wife, but my.