When my eyes adjusted to the gloom, the nightlight was illuminating enough for me to see what was going on. I couldn't believe what I saw. My wife was...actually being oreoed by those two blackmen and it was so hot my dick was instantly hard and throbbing in my hand. Cordell was flat on his back with his long black dick buried in her pussy, and he was fucking her for all he was worth. Behind and on top of her, his pal Booker was busy cramming his thick cock into the puckered tightness of her tiny. Man kiss both of them eighty-ninety times respectively then woman starts to run in the room and goes on sofas or tables, man tries to catch up to her pace while tied up and on his knees and kiss her foot. he struggles all around just kiss her feet respectively. if he succeed the last ten or twenty kisses, woman says kneel. then sit on him until he goes to the toilet. then without unmounting he sit on toilet respectively woman sit on his legs, woman pull his thing to the down while with her. . Don't stop..." as I whispered, sighed and moaned repeatedly.Oftentimes we made out as he kept thrusting his hip faster into me.I put my arms around his neck, I leaned back, then he took my left thigh and raised it above his arm. Right now I'm being pounded hard by a very broad penis that's hitting every upper part of my pussy. I'm beyond horny or excited; this felt so very hot the sweat comes off even more from my body and I was unable to control my moans anymore. Both my nipples and my pussy. ”I hadn’t realized how intuitive John Butler was. Before I could say anything, my brother John said, “Yeppers boyo, the lassies certainly are sisters. We wouldn’t be the first brithers ta date sisters, yi know.”Everyone laughed at John’s poor attempt at a Liverpool accent. John Butler said, while still laughing, “It tisn’t an easy accent ta pick up, is it now? Most people end up soundin like dere doin some kind of cockney with a wee bit of Irish. Be’in from Knowsley meself, I come by me accent.