She was always so quiet and reserved, I never would have guessed her to have piercing. When I got down to her pussy, I gazed at her sweet slit, all we... and sticky. Her lips were big and floppy.I didn’t have big experience and practice with girls, but I had always enjoyed and dreamt of it. I was getting very horny and wet just looking at my lovely roommate. I started thinking about doing something about it. Of course, I couldn’t advance at once, because I didn’t know what to expect from her. “I’m not going to get naked in front of your brother!”“Susan, you wanted me to ask so I asked him, right? And now he said yes, but with one stimulation, right? Now don’t you want to go through with this?” she asked almost incredulously. “Kelly?” Susan was pleading now. “I don’t want to take off my clothes.”“Okay, then we won’t get to see it,” she said giving in to her friend’s desires. “But never ask me another question about what it looks like.”Susan started to cry as she thought about it. “Come and lay down and let me show you something,” she beckoned. I knelt on the bed and then lay down beside her. “Here they are,” she beamed and turned to face me. She wrapped her fingers around my cock again and turned the phone towards me. “Holy fuck, Alison.” On the screen was a photo, taken into a mirror. My wife was in her lingerie, stockings and heels, legs spread slightly apart. Her head was partly turned into the chest of the man standing behind her. Her eyes gazed upwards to his face. They were both young oriental men. They had leather wrapped around their fists but no gloves. The idea here was to use the hands for grasping sometimes but to allow the fingers to do what was required. The leather allowed the fist and the blade of the hand to be used effectively.A gong was rung and the two men went at each other with a great deal of energy. They were not pulling their punches or kicks but they were definitely not first-string fighters. The feet were used along with any body.