Encouraged, I manoeuvred so that we moved into a sixty-nine position, feeling her big tits press into my tummy. She fed on her husband’s spunk dripp...ing from my cunt. I lubed her arsehole, and as I lapped her clit, began to rim her. She moaned loudly.I pushed my snatch back into her face, making sure that she ate every drop of her husband’s cum. Even now, that moment makes me as wet as it made David and John hard. He was masturbating, as was David. I felt her shudder and cum, my face was. She was just being paranoid shethought to herself and her mind drifted to how she had come to be inthis situation tonight.One year ago Mike, a chubby bearded man in his early forties, had lefthis solicitor's office in Brisbane as a brand new divorcee. He hadsold everything that his bitch wife hadn't taken from him in the divorceand all that he had in the world was an airline ticket to Sydney andenough cash for a bond on a one bedroom flat in the western suburbs. Hedid have a well paying job. His black felt cowboy hat pulled down low, wearing a button up white and blue plaid shirt. He climbed off his horse in tight blue wrangler jeans, with worn brown cowboy boots and spurs on his heels. To say the least I was a little blown away! He unsaddled his horse and joined us around the fire. The next few hours and 2 days were some of the most frustrating of my life, I flirted with him every way I know how. I brought him beers until I figured for sure he'd be drunk enough to do anything.. Her I could not find, but there was a simply lovely man that I couldn’t take my eyes off. He was tall, broad shouldered, and clad entirely in black, save for the touches of scarlet. He wore polished knee high boots, tight fitting leather pants…not those that you find on bikers or wannabes, but something that looked like it was out of a history book. Tucked into those divinely snug pants was a black shirt, the type you imagine pirates wearing. A velvet cape, not one of those tacky department.