But I wasn’t done with her yet. My hard, swollen cock was throbbing with excitement, and I stood up behind her, and she braced herself against the c...alkboard. I glanced over at Michelle. She was frantically manipulating her crotch with both hands, staring at me desperately. Her face sweating, red, and upside down, her black, straight hair hanging down… “Pleease…please…please,” She said. “Please what?” I answered, while stroking my cock next to Cassie’s perfect, creamy ass. “Please… can I. These strangers had been groping my wife and by all accounts, she had been loving the attention that these men were giving her. My dick was rock hard as I realized that the thought of my lovely wife being groped by strangers was turning me on like nothing before. I wanted more, I wanted to see them using her.... even fucking her. I wanted it! No. I NEEDED IT! I came out of the restroom but instead of returning to the bar, I went through the main lobby and in through another door at the far end. During this time, Anjali was having another round of fuck session. When Abi was about to enter his dick into my pussy, Anjali stopped fucking and came near me.She hold Abi’s dick and started hitting on my pussy. It was hurting me. She did for 1-2 min. then she started rubbing his dick on my pussy lips. She guided his dick in my pussy and immediately removed. She started playing with me by doing this repeatedly. I was really pissed with her acts.Me: Bitch, stop playing. Enter inside me now.A: No. Knowing what Irene is like now when in her twenties, by having sex with Donna and Kathy, he’d be testing the waters to see what Irene would be like when she’s in her late thirties and early forties. Then, imagining having sex with grandma, he’d know ahead of time what Irene would be like when she’s in her sixties. * * * * * ‘Come with me,’ said the spider to the fly while leading Kathy to Donna’s bedroom. When he entered the bedroom, as if she was a model posing for a Rembrandt painting, Danae.