I said that maybe we should take James home and she agreed smiling broadly. We left the pub and i suggested we give James a lift and we could pick his... car up later and also suggested they both sat in the back for the journey.She needed no more guiding as she slipped into the back sest next to her new soon to be lover. I adjsuted the mirror to see what they were up to and once we moved off they were all oer each other. James released her breasts and started to suck and nibble her nipples she. And then he started lapping at them both.Muuuhhhh, said my wife. She was pretty much out of words, so I had to hurry.On my laptop, I switched to the camera in front of her face. Just so I could see. “Look at the camera, babe. Tell your fans what you want.”Her eyes were wide and empty, and sweat was running down her temples. She was in heat. “Fu-fuck,” she gasped. “Wanna fuck my doggie. Be my doggie’s bitch.”“You want to be Gunther’s bitch?”My wife made a throaty sound that clearly meant “Yes,”. "Grab a buggy," said Allen when we entered the store. "I plan to load up tonight." I bet you do," I said and winked at Allen. Allen is six feet tall and built rock solid from head to toe. His skin is tanned deep brown from hours spent cruising beneath the sun on his Harley Davidson cycle. He's not the type of guy you'd expect to see sorting through the sales racks at the Allmart ladies department.But, there we were in the clearance racks filled with off-season garments. "Oooooh, look at this,". Such pleasure crossed her face as his fingers dug into her tits. He licked his lips, his eyes wide as she squeezed them. Fondled them.“Has it been forty years since you felt tits that nice, President Atterbury?” she asked. “That young?”“Something like that,” he muttered. “These tits...”“Yeah,” I said, my shirt off. I attacked my belt next, my dick tenting my boxers. I couldn't wait. I had to fuck her. She's beautiful.Kyleigh gasped as President Atterbury's head ducked down, his mouth latching.