She began to pant and moan continuous-ly as he began to fuck her. Her legs were draped over his shoulders as he pounded hiscock into her cunt as hard ...s he could. She gave every sign ofreaching a huge climax and from then on seemed to climax every fewminutes. I could not tear my eyes away and stared at his giant cock,plunging in and out of my wife’s stretched pussy, gleaming with herjuices. She was squirming under the pounding of the man, babblingobscenities and lewd, sexual. I am proud to say that I could actually do it with either hand!Her breasts had no problem in pulling the bra from her shoulders by their sheer weight, and they did hang down some under the relentless pull of gravity and the years of service her muscles had given, but they were not just two bags of wet sand hanging there. Her nipples were standing out proudly, as pert as any much younger woman would want. They were good to look at, and I did pause a moment to gaze upon them with joy and awe.Mrs.. I grabbed both her boobs from over her T-shirt, squeezed them both. Monica showed no resistance as my hand slowly pulled her T-shirt up. My hands found their way to her bra and her boobs felt even softer. We both were too deep in the act to even consider stopping. I was kissing all over her neck, to her eyes, to her ear, to slipping my tongue while we kissed.I got hold of her shoulders, pulled her upwards and made her sit as I took off her T-shirt. I leaned again on her, she was under me in a. Legs spread athletically. Rick had put twopillows under her hips to improve his angle. And he was giving her allthe cock any girl could ever want.In and out. Hard.Heather was sobbing and whimpering. Then she cried out and shot herspunk. Judging by the condition of her tummy, it must have been herthird orgasm.She was having a swell time.Steve and I were about to.I lay on my back next to Heather. Steve slid two pillows under myhips. And he mounted me.Oh!Amazing.Steve could fuck.When Heather.