Mrs. Severson's husband was older than her, graying and paunchy, and worked long hours at some mysterious kind of construction. He and Sam had rarely ...done more than nodded at each other, but Sam knew his wife, Laura, reasonably well.It was a little embarrassing to have her checking on him, as if he needed a babysitter. But visually at least she was entertaining; Sam had more than once made surreptitious glances at her heavy breasts swaying beneath her dress.Mrs. Severson started chatting as. He might have looked like a beautiful woman but the rather large bulge in his skin-tight trousers proved he was male. He kept looking at me and each time I felt shivers running up and down my spine and I wasn't surprised to find that my knickers were wet. My husband is an astute man and he doesn't miss a thing. I don't know how he persuaded the fellow to join us but suddenly we were home and he was sitting in our lounge drinking.My husband went to the kitchen and Ray pulled me against his chest. "There’s no time to waste, my pet," you murmur, "I’m ready to fill you up with another load."I gasp and tense up as you force the tip of your middle finger inside me. I take deep breaths to try to relax myself. Leaning over my back, you kiss along my spine as your finger moves in and out slowly. I feel your cock on my ass and I spread my thighs wider. Your kisses lull me and my whole body feels like jelly. I sigh in relief when I hear you flip open the lid of lube and pour it on my asshole. You. I fingered and sucked as much up as possible. There was so much pre-cum oozing from my cock that it was like taking a load. I went to the darkest part of the room, closed my eyes, and then I again pumped, and pumped, and pumped. Just as I opened my eyes, two young men came in wearing painter’s clothes. As soon as the door closed, these two embraced, kissed, and had their hands on each other’s crotch. “Fuck yes,” I thought; they had not seen me yet. With lightening fast speed, these two guys.