Your head jerks back as I grab your hair with one hand- you feel my hot breath on your neck as I whisper "You are my slut and I am going to you use yo...u as one" - you feel my other hand on your hip and suddenly you are gasping, screaming, moaning, yelling as my cock enters you, long, hard, and quite deep. In one fast thrust I am in you and you feel your body shake with orgasm. You press back against the tree to fuck me hard, hoping I will take you for a long time. You are loving every minute and. Cory only asked that he be allowed to choose the music. Once we finished a drink, we all retired to the bedroom. Cory began kissing my wife. At first she didn't respond much, but then she seemed to warm up and began kissing him rather passionately. I felt as though my stomach had fallen out. It was a strange feeling watching her kiss another man and have him run his hands over her body. Soon their clothes were off and my wife knelt and took his cock in her mouth. Cory groaned as she gave him. What now?The smell of deliciously roasted meat wafted into the room. Malcolm paused to inhale it, his eyes closed. Walsh felt his mouth beginning to water.?Where was I? Right. Expansion.? Malcolm’s smile broadened. ?We-"Just then Sarah entered the room. She stood by the doorway, demurely looking down.Malcolm gazed at her expectantly. ?Well???Sorry to interrupt, Master. Dinner is served.??Ah, good.? Malcolm slapped the arms of his chair with glee and sprang to his feet. ?Shall we, Bert??Walsh. Jeez, she is a ripe one; a bit tall, a bit, just a teeny bit stocky, nice melons, great for feeding. Good thing she wears a support bra. She never did tell me why she hit on me that first time; probably pissed off at Artie. She must have caught him in the sack with that little Megan slut or that other bimbo in his office. Not so little where it counts, though, that Megan; she's got an asshole you can drive a truck through. Or maybe she caught him with Ginny. Nervy bastard; lucky bastard.What is.