The bedroom door was obviously open wide to allow me to hear the depraved things my wife was allowing the two studs to inflict on her. I heard the foo...tsteps across my bedroom floor, then the sound of my wife climbing on the bed. I heard the squelch of her pussy as I assumed one of them pushed his fingers deep in her pussy administering another finger blasting. Then the giggling stopped and the tone changed. The voices became more sexually charged as I heard the guys giving instructions to my. There were large black cars of varying models. Luxury vehicles and limousines lined the streets. It was quite strange.Even more peculiar was the shop, it was bustling with people, but much of the merchandise had been cleared out. When she opened the door and stepped in she could see them better, well dressed men and women with champagne flutes chit chatting and smiling as if it was some New York Cocktail Party. She felt completely out of place. She made her way through the crowd and couldn’t. Then I took his hand and placed it inside my underwear.He was now feeling my 7 inch hard piece of meat directly. He was smiling again. Then I asked him to stand up and I stood next to him. I took my dick out and grabbed his head and moved it towards my dick. I rubbed his lips for a while against my dickhead. Then I tried to enter his mouth but he didnt allowed me to do so. He was clenching his teeths hard. So I just told him whats the matter, I did it for you, now it’s your turn.He then opened. Casey ran up behind her Mom hugging her waist. She was in a sun dress and sneakers.“where are your shoes?” Helen scolded.“I don’t like them, they make my feet hurt” Casey said. Just then the rest of her family was gathering at the door.“thanks for doing this again, we’ll see you there” Helen said. I took Casey by the hand and walked over to our car. “you’ll like the shoes when you grow up” I said to her.“Yours are pretty” Casey said looking at my heels. We all got in the car and Chris drove us.