He remained connected to me for several long minutes, his foul breath showering my face with a putrid smell as he panted, trying to catch his breath."...azy, whore," he barked at me. "If I wanted a cold bitch to fuck I'd go home to my wife!" he added moving away. Someone said something else to him about his wife to a round of laughter. I couldn't see much around me as the light was shining right in my face blinding me."Who's next?" I heard someone call out and immediately someone moved between my. Once he was again in front of the bed I walked up to him dressed in my birthday suit, his back to me. “Well? Waddya think? I told you it would be worth it, didn’t I?” I acted as if nothing changed. He turned around to answer, but I just grabbed him with one hand on his butt and the other around his neck and kissed him deeply on the lips. Andrew gave up any resistance if there was any. With a slight push he landed on the soft bed and I jumped on top of him, grinning. “You are still so cute…” I. He was crouched over me, holding me to him, with his cock buried all the way inside my cunt. I could feel it, hard and thick inside of me - and I felt more full than I'd ever felt before. He shifted, and his cock gave a slight twitch."Fuck, you're tight," he whispered, kissing my neck "You feel so good."He ran his tongue over my nipples then, pawing at my skin as he got used to the feel of me. "God, you feel so much better than my wife. You're squeezing me so hard..."And then, he began to fuck. Gene's arm had slipped around Paula's neck and his hand had pulled her blouse apart. I now had an unobstructed view of her bare right breast and her hand caressing the nipple on her left. Her breasts weren't large, maybe b-cups, but they were perfectly formed and standing straight out from her body. I could feel myself harden in my jeans while watching this lovely woman caress herself.Gene kept talking while the two of them put on an incredible show for me across the table.I found out he was my.