He was wearing a tank top and his shorts were down around his ankles. He had his cock in his hand stroking it slowly. By now my anger had turned to am...usement. After all, what sixteen years old wouldn’t want to see my wife nude? At thirty, she was beautiful. She had milky white skin, small but very perky breasts, a gorgeous ass, and nicely trimmed bush. She was thin but had nicely rounded curves. Watching this young stud beating off while watching my naked wife was a bit of a turn-on and I. They were in agreement that Gwen would be the perfect partner for both of them, but that it must be Gwen’s choice.She felt better knowing that David was not only informed but in agreement, yet doubts lingered.Saturday dawned and Gwen was still undecided. The morning flew by and before she knew it the afternoon was gone as well. As the sun set Gwen knew she must make her decision. Either ignore the call, go out, distract herself and let the evening pass as well, go to bed and let things continue. I started pounding her pussy as fast and hard as I could. I could feel her hand stroking her clit as she was squealing with delight from the friction between cock and pussy. She started yelling for me to cum into her love hole. She was matching my every thrust, and never stopped yelling at me to cum into her hot pussy. After about a minute more, I grabbed her hips, pushed my cock as far into her tight cunt as I could, and started shooting my second load of the night into her pussy. She was. This is a “djbellah”. As I have told you, in the desert, it is not only very hot, but the sand is always blowing. My djbellah protects the entire body.”The son then asked: “But father, what about those ugly shoes you have on your feet?”“These are “babouches” my son,” the father replied “You must understand that although the desert sands are very beautiful, they are also extremely hot. These babouches keep us from burning our feet.”“So tell me then...” added the boy.“Yes, my son?”“Why are you.