I had my eyes tight shut. Soon, I felt the mouth of the other tasting my neck from his side. They were so greedy. Their actions were so professional b...t they behaved as if this was the first time they get to enjoy a woman.After some time, the other guy also started tasting my neck and as he was holding my neck, the other one was shutting my mouth tight. My hands were held against the seat and due to their rough and tight grip on my fingers, they were painting now. I did not complain. I did not. Sweat poured off of him. His heart pounded. She begged for more. Harder and harder, George pounded his old prick up my passion-racked wife. She writhed and wriggled as one smooth, well-oiled, human, fucking machine. Unfortunately, George could not cum. His earlier fucking had left the older man short of ammunition. I felt for him - but I still begged George to fuck Angela harder. He shoved his prick into her as fast and as hard as he could. "Oh George! Come in me" she cried, "Cum in my cunt!. " You make him sound like a damn saint," Richard grumbled rebelliously."Saint Spook? No, not that. Just a being who wants a reason for living and wants that reason to be a good one. To do the best he can to set things right and prevent wrongs. To stop hospital patients from being murdered by crazy bombers and keep wives from killing off their husbands and all that. Does he still scare you?" It's all on his judgment alone, though, isn't it, Jack?" he pressed."His judgment, yes," I confirmed.. "Ok baby" I replied, in a girlish way. I then grabbed his headboard, and stuck my head in between the bars, as if I was sticking my head out of a jail cell. I could see what he was going to do to me. I could only hear him"oooing" and "ahhing". I also heard him squirting some more lube onto his hand and rubbing it on his condom. I could feel my asshole start to tense up in anticipation, even more so than my pussy was earlier. I was bracing for impact, until I suddenly felt a slippery little.