"Nex' farm, jus' over the hill," the girl said, pointing. I mounted and rode slowly in that direction, trying to assemble my thoughts. My goal was sti...l food for the troops, but now I had a dead man and two tasty women to think about. The women's bodies slowly pushed the other thoughts from my head. The older woman, who might have been thirty, was full-breasted, wide-hipped and long-legged, and I soon longed to plumb her depths and watch her face change while I plunged into her a hundred times. This is a dream. This does not make sense. I thought to myself. I neared the booth and peered inside. It was wrapped in a thin coat of dust. Out of a fog I could see a metal gate. Inscribed upon the gate were the words, Der Zirkus der Nacht. The gate creaked open from a sudden burst of wind. With the wind came the scent of candy apples and popcorn. I could see the carnival rides in the distance. Their lights surged on, and within my view, I saw the tents. But they were not the obnoxious red and. My favorites were wife watching and while I never expected my conservative wife to let me watch her fuck another man, at the moment I had the opportunity to watch another man staring at my semi naked and very drunk wife.Well as I moved closer and got a better view of things -- I now could clearly see the man behind her. He had stepped closer. He was a very large guy indeed and also very black. Wearing shorts and a tank top, he stepped up behind my still struggling wife while rubbing what looked. Marc was praising her hot, wet, pussy as he pumped away. They could all hear the wet squishing sounds coming from her cunt. “Fuck me good Marc! You studs have my pussy running with juice I’m so horny!” Marc stepped it up and was really slapping his cock and balls into her wet gash. Kelly had another orgasm. Devon was really working over her nipples. He was tugging, chewing, licking, sucking, pulling, you name it. Kelly loved it but knew she’d pay the price of sore nipples tomorrow.Marc was.