I slam home, press my body weight against her and hold that position. Her legs push hard into my neck, urging me to ease back. But I want to tease her... ‘Please, Sam, please!’ Shawna pants, breaking protocol. But I don’t sweat it — this time. She asked nicely, so I slam myself in to the hilt. The feel of our pubic bones connecting sends me into a manic pump into her lovely vee. I roll my hips as I pummel the pussy, grunting with my exertion. Shawna is now beyond words, she resumes her babbling. The outfit she had chosen was a naughty secretary outfit with black stockings and black panties. With her makeup all done she looked fabulous and I could not resist fingering her already wet pussy before our guests arrived. The first knock on the door came at six. By seven, we were all chatting over a glass of wine.All of our choices appeared to be perfect and all were perfect gentlemen. After chatting for a while, my wife was ready for some action. She stood all six of us in a line. One by one. ." I looked with a faux frown at Adele, who put on a 'who-me' look, "got an idea of what was going on around here. She would not be stonewalled and we told her our part of it. We left out the intimate parts concerning you and Mom ... uh, Cheryl. She's in there with Mrs. Kostas right now, probably letting her in on the rest of the story."He took a deep breath and nodded. He said, "Well, I guess I had better get back to the house and wait for how this is going to turn out from this point on." He. She tightened her sphincters in revenge that she didn't have the right one; she wouldn't have minded taking the prick of the robber- rapist!She rotated her fanny, shoved her exposed rear back again-- unmindful of his long finger in her ass-hole. She lifted on tiptoes, trying to break off his prick in her pussy."Aaaaagggghhhh!" she wailed, trying to fuck him into nothing. But he was too much man. He started squirting his jizz into her; grabbed her by the ass cheeks, prying them apart; hauled his.