You dirty bitch, you. My wife, who used to be hysterically precise on matters of hygiene, says nothing. Helga turns around and spreads apart the cheek...s of her bony ass. Carla Liebchen, you must make sure he has the mouth open so I can blow the gas into him. My wife prods my shoulder with her foot, signalling me to get up. She is enjoying this, on the brink of laughter. She places my head right behind Helgas wide-open behind. Now theres a piece of work if Ive ever seen one. Slightly stooping. “Go on Shailu! Fuck her harder! Make her come over my carpet!” she shouted. I reached round and began to massage her nipples, increasing my speed. My cock slipped in and out, squelching away wonderfully. After a few minutes Hanna’s breathing got heavy and fast and I felt her muscles contract as she began gasping, “Fuck Shailu! Bitch! Cumming… At last… Good… Long… Fuck… “Her words trailed off as she climaxed. My prize, though, was Sarala. She was who I really wanted. I removed my cock from Hanna. She moaned dreamily and said, "Oh yeah. I could almost feel your cock in my mouth baby." I didn't say anything for a minute or so then said,"I love it that Mario fucks you while we do phone sex baby." She gasped and after a long silence said, "Is...is that okay Peter? He loves it when we do phone sex." I told her to give the phone to Mario.I heard the phone drop, then picked up and for the first time I heard Mario's voice. "Hello Peter. I want to thank you for making my wife so fucking. She was aware of the current price of gold and knew that Jim could easily cover all of the expenses. He had just dumped well over $100,000 worth of gold on her desk!Suitably impressed, Hillary was all ears when Jim asked where he could find a bank to handle his finances. He said that he had more of the gold bars and would deposit them in a Canadian bank based on which bank he selected here in Freeport. Hillary recommended a bank and offered to go with Jim to open the account. Actually, she.