He quickly greased up his rod and lined up. With practiced precision and an open hole, he slid in deeply. I groaned a bit and threw my head back. H...e started pumping. Feverishly banging my ass. Slapping his balls against me he soon spewed probably his 100th load deep into my ass. I love being bred.He collapsed on me and caught his breath. Slid out and his still slick pecker, covered in cum, flopped between my cheeks. I remembered that his son had been watching. I looked to the closet. I stayed still, thinking she is just doing a thorough job and touching my balls accidentally. After all this is a professional massage in an award winning spa, not a seedy parlour. But the brushes kept happening and the rubbing of my glutes crept deeper towards my crack. I found myself enjoying it, the thrill of being touched whilst my wife was laying just feet away from me was starting to make me hard. I shifted slightly to open my legs a little. The masseuse became even bolder with her. "Under the sash," Tyler said, breaking off the kiss to speak and thenresuming it instantly afterwards. His tongue sought Ben's with a fervorhe didn't know he had as Ben's fingers finally found the zipper halfwayup Tyler's spine. The zip was tugged down, and Tyler felt cool air onhis lower back. The butterfly bow unsnapped over Tyler's rear as Benpulled all the way down.Tyler finally let go of Ben's waist and brought his meticulouslymanicured fingers to Ben's belt. He worked rapidly at Ben's. She was amused when he tried to adjust himself without being obvious about it."Your daughter, Mrs. Lunardi, is a bit of a voyeur," he explained. "She wanted pictures, but you were very discrete." That's me. Discrete."Jimmy looked up. He realized that she'd caught him staring. He tried to act casual by reaching for the wine and taking a drink. He crinkled his nose. "Too fruity." He set the glass back down. "Would you mind, Mrs. Lundardi, if I had a beer." Knock yourself out," she told him. "The.