Tuesday evening was mild here, but there was a breeze that was chilly. I didn't mind, because I was wearing a thin cotton blouse with no bra underneat...h, so my nipples were erect and protruding. I also wore a short skirt, powder blue in contrast to my white shirt, with no panties on underneath. My sandals made no sound on the concrete as I did the Slut Strut, placing one foot directly in front of the other so my hips swiveled. Jesus, what the fuck else can I do to signal I wanna be violently. Then I fell asleep. * There was very little traffic on the road that morning as Carmen drove us back to the airport. Alice dozed in the back seat, her pretty head leaning against the window, her eyes closed. I had washed, dressed and packed as quickly and quietly as I could so as to let my exhausted wife sleep as long as possible. There had simply been no time for post-mortem discussions about the incredible fucking Mitch had given her but no doubt she would be more forthcoming when we had. I wanted to push back to him, but he weight wouldn't let me, he had his legs outside of mine and started stroking a little harder and faster. I could feel him breathing harder, then I felt his whole body tense up, and then with about a dozen good hard strokes that almost took my breath away, he finished fucking me.He stayed right where he was and I couldn't help but squeeze his dick, he told me that doing that was telling him that I liked what he'd done, and he was right, I had liked it. After. .I then reached for my bag and pulled out a jar of vasoline, I rubbed some on her asshole, I then flipped her over the back of the chair, ass up, face into the chair....I then pulled her head to look back at me, she watched me yank off the condom, smear vasoline all over my cock...I told her, I'm going to fuck your ass now, I'll go slow, if it hurts say something and i'll slow down, but one way or another your going to feel me bare fucking then cumming inside you.....she whimpered..."ok"....I.