. WHAT THE!!!' he plowed he's tasty dick deep down her throat once again bobbing up against the back of her throat was sending slamming messages to he...r pussy. she could feel it oozing pussy cream in her pants, her jeans puddled.This cock rammed and massaging her. She grabs her pussy on top of her jeans. 'mmm FUCK'just then she hears like a seal split open " pliip" and gush!! After gush!! The huge cock knob stroking her hair splashed, sprayed and spilled, gluing her hair to her skull all she. When he saw me he fucked her hard and filled her pussy. That was the turning point as after that he didn’t mind if I was in the room or not when he fucked my wife. The next time he came round I got to watch him fuck my wife close up. Over dinner we were chatting and he offered to let me watch and I said yes. My wife asked if she had a say in this, but from her big grin I don’t think she minded. After dinner finished I cleared up and when I went to the lounge they weren’t there. I found them. "All right... I'll have a drink!" Charity said with decision."It'll help..." It was Brad, again; he put an arm under her shoulders and lifted her to a sitting position. Thrusting the glass into her hand, he slopped cheap bourbon into it. "Sorry... no mixer... no ice... just drink it neat!"She sipped. The fiery liquid burned her throat, and she made a wry face. "UUugh!" Come on... drink it down!" Jeff snapped. He took the glass from her, placed it to her lips and tilted it. "Drink it!" he. Her bare pussy lips silhouetted in the light that shown through. I could feel my dick stir under the sheet while I looked at her. “Is Angela awake yet?” She nodded at the form pressing into my side. “Angela!!! Now I remember.” Relief shot through me like a pain killer. Angela was the waitress from the top floor bar in the SFO Marriott Marquis. She'd had an intimate, front row view as Vicky and I had fucked up against the bar's panoramic windows two nights before. Last night Vicky had.