Once he got his tempo up, he was fucking my wife hard with full deep drives to her pleasure. The patio couch was banging up against the house from the... force. Both Zac and my wife were very verbal. I hoped the neighbors did not hear what was happening. I thought I should turn off the outside lights illuminating the deck, but I could not pull away and didn't want to reduce my view. This definitely was not the first occasion our neighbors had a front-row peek. My wife's orgasm was incredible as. I put some music on, Shania Twain’s That Don’t Impress Me Much. I always feel slightly embarrassed when I hear that playing in public as I love to listen to it when I play with myself. I don’t know why it turns me on, but I suppose it’s because I first heard it when I was a teenager and I used to imagine the different guys in the song kissing me and doing things to me. It’s a bit strange because I don’t even listen to that sort of music normally, but that song just does it for me.Anyway, I. Her long brown hair flowed to just under shoulder height but she never wore it back in a pony tail. She enjoyed the feel of it brushing her shoulders and her back. Standing at about 5 8, she was not the tallest girl but not the shortest either, average height as she liked to think. Looking at herself, she was glad that puberty had hit her at a good time so she fitted in with her friends. Her bra held a pair of perky 34C breasts with nipples that any boy would describe as being perfect, while. "Bastard," she hissed back but then hungrily attacked the angry red, blood filled cylinder of meat that faced her. I watched stunned, both by the v******e of the slap and the angry language, and by the way mom devoured the thick cock. Nothing I'd seen in the weeks of watching mom and dad had prepared me for this new a****listic woman on her knees. She was a woman I'd never encountered before."Enough," Parker finally cried, then pushed mom's mouth off his prick before roughly pushing her face.