Or maybe he was the one sitting on the toilet, and my wife was straddling him, riding his hard cock while he sucked on her tits."Hmm, you feel so good...," my wife moaned. "Harder!" There's someone in the next stall," the guy protested."Let him hear. I bet he could use the cheap thrill!" The slap of flesh grew louder, faster. I stroked my cock faster, matching the beat of their fucking. "Ooh, yes, stud! God, you're fucking my snatch so fucking well!" You're such a dirty slut," the man moaned.. He was jerking off.Beth’s pool party was forgotten. The fact that Rick was married was forgotten. The chill of the AC, the quiet of the house, and my wobbly equilibrium after three beers – all of it was forgotten as I stepped inside and shut the door behind me, locking it.Rick looked over at me and snickered quietly. He was drunker than I.“Go use the other bathroom, you pervert,” he said, not really meaning it. I could tell.“It’s in Beth’s bedroom and I don’t want to go in there. I want to use. I started to console her, saying why she was crying she can ask me money at any time and promised her that I was there to look over her needs and hugged her tightly, first she tried to move away but I did not left her and started to squeeze her left boob, after some time she started responding well then I got courage and slowly started removing her pallu then I took her into bedroom and made her to lie on bed I removed her saree completely she did not wear any bra and completely nude in front. Me: Well. This is a huge surprise.Amy: Listen, dad. I know you might be busy so. I can go if you want.Me: Of course not honey. Now that you’re here and that you’re dressed like that. I could use your help.Amy: Really?Me: Yes! You’ll be my personal secretary today. What do you say?Amy: Yes! I’d love that!Me: Good.Amy was ready to work as my personal assistant. But before I could give her work, I just noticed how hot she was looking.Me: Wow!Amy: What?Me: You look.Amy: Is it too much?Me: Honey..