I started to build up a rhythm, long strokes as Peter sucked and lapped at my cock, the two of us moaning in delight. I could hear a wet slapping soun... behind me, and as I looked over my shoulder, I could see that Peter had managed to open a bottle of lube, and had squirted a liberal quantity over his cock, and was now massaging it into his huge looking phallus.As I continued to slide my cock in and out of Peters mouth, I felt him start to rub lube around my tight arse hole. This sent shivers. I told them I wanted her somewhat drunk but not sloppy, after all I wanted her to be aware and fully participate.I wanted to see how a****listic she could become taking a pounding from six black cocks. I figured each bull could cum at least twice so that would be at least 12 loads for her.Friday night my wife and I relaxed after dinner on the couch with a bottle of wine and she starting to feel horny. I fingered her vagina nice and slow to start while she bobbed on my cock. Two fingers in her. They had toiled together hard for thirty years to achieve what they had today.It was going to be another of those sleepless nights all alone in the guest room. Like many similar nights in the recent past, He had watched the CD's again to see if he had missed a clue somewhere but apart from feeling ashamed and hurt by the erotic images, there had been no other outcome. And there had been no sex with Dawn either. There were nights when he would wake up suddenly after dreaming about his wife and. "After picking up the few pieces of clothing that had fallen to the floor and returning them to the bin, Christine retrieved her sack and returned to her small room. She carefully hid the bag in the bottom of the trunk, which served as her dresser. Her hand moved through the small pile of clothing and grasped a plain white muslin chemise. She began to lift it from the trunk, but halted."Why do I wait until tomorrow night? I have everything I need now and the hour is not too late. There is.