And that was before I even spied his monster of a cock which was poking out the bottom of his shorts and threatening to do serious damage to his kneec...p. Also, sitting at the table were a couple that I can only describe as trailer-trash oldies, both of whom seemed to be leering at pokie, perky, bouncy me. I was quite taken aback, gobsmacked and flustered for a moment, but Mumsy quickly explained, between whimpering gasps of pleasure, that now I was all grown-up we were going to start playing a. I lifted her chin up and pressed my lips to hers. "Oh, Professor! Please! Please make me happy!" I didn't care what she called it, but I knew it was going to make me happy, too. She slid to her knees and didn't hesitate as she opened her lips and filled her mouth with my hardness. She was very good - maybe among the best I had ever had - licking and sucking and nibbling. Finally, she could tell when it was time, and proceeded to fuck my cock with her hot, wet mouth. It didn't take long. I began. Matt started to caress Angie’s lovely buttocks while at the same time allowing his finger to flow over her already wet pussy lips. He inserted a finger into her and motioned for her to climb onto the bed. Matt wanted to taste her. He hadn’t had the chance the night before, and he certainly wasn’t leaving without having his face covered by her wet pussy. Memories of how they tumbled through the front door the night before raged through his mind. Memories of how Angie pushed her husband Mike onto. It certainly raised the roof as quite a few men were absolutely transfixed as both women stripped down to just their bras, panties and stockings and heels. On the surface it seemed an innocent bit of fun, but later on in bed that night as we made love my wife commented on how much it must have turned me on as I was as hard as rock inside her pussy. I certainly had one the most powerful climax in years. In the audience that night was our trusted old neighbour Tom. He was a really lovely guy.