Her fingers clenched into my rump. I shuddered in delight. My pussy clenched as this heat shot through me. It was incredible. Her tongue danced around... it.“Shove that tongue into her asshole,” purred Mom. “Just like this.”Mrs. Armstrong gasped into my asshole. I knew Mom was pushing the anal beads into the married slut's bowels. Mrs. Armstrong whimpered and moaned. She kissed my sphincter with more aggression as I knew Mom worked those beads in one after the other.“That is the perfect shot,”. The biggest she’d ever seen on a white man. She’d used her mouth on a few Tom’s size, or even bigger, but all had belonged to men of colour, powerful men in the business who used models like other men used a car--or the mouth and body of a wife or girlfriend. God, you are so jaded, she thought dismally.What gave her hope was that Tom had not used that member on Charlee or Charlotte yet, only his wife. He’d necked seriously with Charlotte, had done everything but brutally fuck her rear end, but. I could feelthe tension leaving my body with every thrust, every kiss and everytouch of his skilled fingers. God, the sensation was maddeninglyintense. He was an experienced lover, that was for sure.Ass in the air, tits pressed against the table, I was being used deeplyand utterly. It was an experience quite unlike anything I'd ever feltbefore as a man.Even then, I could feel him groping my tits, feeling up my body, rubbingme in all the right places. The most wonderful massage I had. It took about 15 minutes. I said" looks great, plenty of water, a flat place for the tent all we need is a fire pit." He asked how do we do that. I told him we have to get rocks from the river. We gathered enough, but he said he wanted to get one more. Well s*b slipped into the river, I had to grab him. When we were safe we were holding each other soaking Wet. "lets get back to camp and dry off." At camp I set up the pit, s*b was shivering. " change your clothes and warm up." He said he didn't.