I've always thought you are in need of so much fucking that even a gang rape would not satisfy you. In fact, if I am right, it would make you even hor...nier. I wish one day I get a chance to witness that too.With dad gone, you have nothing to fear anymore. You can become who you truly are. A sexy, wanton slutty whore who needs more than anything else, to be fucked like a bitch on all fours. Doesn't matter where, or who or when. I just want to be able to watch every moment of it. In addition to. After a dash to hug and kiss her husband, they went to the "Terrace In The Sky" as they called it and sat, chatting about the day.Mandy always ate faster and with great enthusiasm. She usually finished much sooner that Bob.Actually, this evening, he was purposefully eating slower. Waiting for that inevitable swipe of his French Fries. He had them pointed at her with a devious plan in mind. His cardboard cornucopia of French Fries was screaming at her to be eaten.He didn't have to wait long. He. ...."Patric Green was still hardly able to believe his luck. He was sitting with his hand covering the bulge in his pants as his sexy wife ate out her best friend's pussy. It was almost too much for him to bear and every now and then he had to squeeze his cock head through his pants. He watched closely as his instructions were obeyed without question. Not only had Mandy complied willingly, but now her friend's body was quaking violently in the throes of her induced orgasm and she showed little. " I smiled back and said "this could be your lucky night." My wife returned and I gave her a wink. She knew what to do, so she walked straight over to Whitney and asked him to dance again. This time the dancing was a little more intense. I noticed her hands dropping from his shoulders down to his ass and grab him tightly. He liked where this was going and started kissing her neck and ear. Their bodies were so close together. His cock sprang to full attention between them and he began thrusting.