He place a cushion from the couch on the fireplace hearth that stood about two feet on the ground. My wife’s beautiful round ass was facing the both... of us as Rob knelt down behind it.Rob pushed his huge cock into her from behind as my wife buried her face into the cushion. Rob began to slam his cock very hard into my wife’s pussy as her moans had quickly turned to screams.Rob grunted out loudly as he pushed his cock very deep into my wife. My wife came very hard again on his cock. A few minutes. Crazy thing is, he looked suspiciously good for his age. In truth, Viola would never guess Robin was a father, and a father of more than one. The only real giveaways were the light brown hairline, which was almost on a line with his ears, and the slight belly that reminded Viola of old film actors. Whenever Viola got a look at him, half the time he was in an A-shirt, often decorated with some kind of reference to a film or show. Of course, that drew attention to his arms, which were very well. My masturbating angel is now going to talk to me. I could feel my dick growing in my shorts. “I see you looking at me sometimes.” “I was hoping you didn’t see me.” “I do see you and it makes me very hot. Sometimes, I wished you’d come outside and fuck me.” I could feel that I was starting to blush. She looked so good standing there. Her nipples were as hard as erasers. “Why don’t you give me a kiss and feel my breasts. Would you like to do that, Henry?” “Does a dog like bones? I’ve been. "May Ihelp you Mistress Thorne?" Take off that ridiculous skirt, and kneel before me," she says crossingher leather clad legs, as I comply shimming out of the ruined skirt sheadds. "If I'm leaving that mouth of yours ungagged, I may as well make useof it, right Angel?" Yes Mistress Thorne," I say nodding and kneeling before her head down.She moves her foot, so the toe of her boot is lifting up my chin so I haveto look up at her. "Should I have worn a skirt my bitch, so you could havelooked up.