Her hands went up and down his back, reaching under his coat and shirt, and he wiggled his bare hips into her. The greased leather cock, rode up and d...own his asscrack until she suddenly pulled back and impaled him in one thrust. I heard Mrs. Edwards gasp and felt her hand reach down toward my crotch. Sir Charles anal intrusion didn’t stir me as much as watching the muscular buttocks of the woman as they pushed her device in and out, and seeing the side of her breast bounce slightly in. April titled her head back and closed her eyes.“Are your nipples hard?” I asked.“Yes.”“Let your hair down,” I told her.She pulled the pins from her hair and shook her head. Her fair fell down and framed her pretty face. “Spread your legs wider,” I told her.She repositioned her knees. I tossed my shirt on the floor. “Gently touch yourself through your panties,” I told her.April took a deep breath and put her hand between her legs. She cupped her mound and rubbed it slowly. Her eyes were. Thankfully, smells of our sex had overpowered the stale air. I screamed as loud as I could, hoping he heard this one word – “Faster!” I couldn’t survive being interrupted again … not when I was this close to cumming.His cock pistoned in and out of my pussy. The force of his thrusts slammed my tummy against an unknown structure. I tried to jut my ass out – to hold my position – but failed miserably. There comes a time during a fuck where your brain shuts down everything else. I stopped worrying. Holding out her arms, she sway-hipped toward Chuck Baker, and saw the rising of his prick as he advanced to meet her. A step to her right, her husband Bill was walking to Stella, and so on down the line. Four hardening cocks were pointed outward, feeling their way toward four anticipating cunts. Eight tits bobbed and jigged saucily, and as many hearts beat with heightened excitement as they all neared each other.Happily, Regina went into the arms of her man, the husband of her best friend. She.