She continued to groan as she rubbed it there, again and again. Marguerite was wetter than ever before and felt a strong desire to have her husband’...s cock inside her. She wanted to roll on her back, but Jean still seemed to be only partially awake.She couldn’t stop herself, and rubbed his cock faster and faster, up and down between the lips and folds. Each time it reached the top, she felt the pleasure increase. It rose higher and higher, growing in intensity. Her hips were moving on their own,. He moved around to her face and she instantly gobbled up his nasty cock. When she had cleaned him to his satisfaction he came back over to where we were sitting and watching. He and Ben talked it over and decided that they should go for a quick swim so that they wouldn't go home to their wives smelling like pussy, my wife's pussy.They dove in the pool and swam around for a few minutes. I just stared at the many loads of cum dripping out of my wife's red, swollen pussy. There were streams of it. The bite only added to the intensity of being possessed so completely. The air she had been holding tight in her chest expanded and then escaped her. The sound she made was feral. Immediately, Gabriel’s strong arm slid underneath her waist and drew her up, angling her ass even better. His other hand firmly planted itself on the bed as he leaned into her and pushed himself into her without mercy. Cara grunted in union with every thrust. Her eyes opened ever so slightly; that is when she saw. The events in the stadium now seemed like a dream. A wonderful dream, but a dream nonetheless. We took a leisurely stroll around all of the Olympic venues, lapping up the colourful multicultural buzz that only the Olympics can provide. The Dutch in their orange shirts, the boisterous Hungarians coming out of the handball arena, and the massed ranks of Polish fans entering the water polo arena were particularly conspicuous among the thousands and thousands of fans milling about. The largest.