I hadn't seen anythingquite like it before. But I was too tired to really care about thatright now, I just wanted to rest.I fumbled for a light switch... next to the door, but there was none. Iclosed the door and it got just slightly darker. The room was not pitchblack, so I could still make out enough of the room to not stumble onanything. I saw that there were lamps along the ceiling so there had tobe a light switch somewhere. I kept looking for it, going along thewall to my right.I reached a. His wife gave me an approving nod as I looked up at her. Giving an answering nod of acknowledgement, I worked my cock into him with a series of short, sharp thrusts, drawing further groans of discomfort from him, until my balls nestled comfortably in the valley of his arse, my belly firmly pressed against his buttocks. I remained hard up him for a minute or two, trading conspiratorial smirks with his wife, before withdrawing part-way and shoving back in, repeating the actions until I had built. Depraved. But I was wallowing in this new depravity. Depravity. It felt delightful. Delicious.then it started. Somewhere down in the depths of my body. Perhaps it was my soul. My soul was welcoming it. Wanting more. Much more. The beginnings of an orgasm. It couldn’t be. It was. Growing. Slowly at first and as Dexter’s licking got more intense, his tongue delving deeper into my cunt, my body commenced to shake. My teeth were biting hard around the ball of the gag. Gasps of air from my breath. Then slowly she lowered that beautiful fit thirty something body down onto me, and we both let a happy groan as her moist little pussy parted open and my cock pushed up inside of her."Oh yes!" she groaned"Oh god! oh god!" I groaned as my art teacher took my cock up inside of her.Then sitting on me, facing me, with my cock buried several inches up inside of her wet warm cunt, she then began to rise and fall slowly and steadily again."Oh bobby your cock is so thick!" she groaned "I've never had.