I became a widow about four months ago when I walked in on my wife and my boss. Larry Jefferson's management skills sucked ass, but his "DADDY", owned... the company.They were grunting and fucking so hard, my presence wasn't noticed. I pulled out my trusty Iphone and started recording. They had their eyes closed, and of course I didn't want to disturb the earlier than need be. I reached under the foot of my bed and retrieved my sliding pump Mossberg 500 with pistol grip.The sound of chambering one. She her first orgasm of the evening and wasn‘t a bit shy about making sure everyone knew.After about two hours of this type of treatment Derek, my wife and his two pals left the club to return to our house (while I raced back to my office). I got back to my office some time before the group got to my house. I was sitting in front of my computer with unbelievable anticipation, and then I saw them come through the front door of my house. As they walked through the door it was apparent from my. In the revelry no one noticed Lt.Commander Elsabeth Orpha's eyes rolling around her head."Commanders you are authorized to reveal the battle plan now. We willexecute at 05:30. Hooah!" Few heard Ekkehard's last instructions throughthe noise, but everyone caught the last word. And they all rang outloudly in unison, even Orpha, as if trying to be heard through thesurrounding vacuum -- "HOOAH!"Captain Gavin Dawson sat in his chair overlooking the bridge, surroundedby astros standing near their. But I wasn’t done. She had aroused something in me, not quite anger but a sort of sexual dominance that rarely so appeared, if only a reflection of Sandra. I fucked her, pulling on that sopping mop of blonde hair, forcing her head and neck back as I drove into her. I pounded in her pussy, sending her flailing, then I pulled her sprite-like body back into me. I could hear frantic breaths, her desperate moans ringing out just barely against the hollering crowd as I smacked my hips against her.