But, she didn't want to miss Christmas with him and the boys, either.Only in the past couple weeks had the details been worked out. Because of other f...amily commitments, it had been decided the Kirkendahls would have their family reunion with all the details on Saturday and Sunday, the twenty-second and twenty-third. She'd fly out to Denver for it, then fly to Indianapolis on Christmas Eve, where he'd pick her up. She'd stay in Bradford with him for several days, and then they'd both drive back. I suspect those stories were written by the husbands, who for some reason needed to feel dominated or belittled for some reason. I can assure you that from a woman’s perspective, I felt my Rob’s cock with every nerve of my vagina. If anything, my pussy was hypersensitive. When he started pumping in and out of me, I saw flashes of light exploding behind my eyelids. Although I thought it would be impossible to orgasm again, Rob‘s thrusting cock involuntary pulled me to another astonishing climax.. As I watched my friend **** my wife, with each thrust her tits bounced and Karen continued to moan. Her motion was indicating that she was ready to orgasm. With a push of her bum up she arched her back and I knew that she had cum in her sleep. My friend had fucked my wife and she had cum – I was such a fucking loser. Now as each stroke came out I noticed that his shaft was covered in a white frothing substance – my wife had squirted over his dick. Pete was working up to a climax too. His rhythm. Achmeed and Hassan stood at each side of the table holding my hands and legs, I was helpless and in their power and I loved it.As they stand holding me tight I watched their cocks grow hard.Achmeed was the youngest, he was very dark like Ali and he had a cock nearly as big as Ali.Hassan's skin was a lighter tone and his cock was smaller than the other's, OK small is maybe not the right word, his cock was about 22 cm long and 17-18 cm around, it certainly was bigger than my husbands.Now Ali.