So i ask her. u must tell me details! did u like it. did he make her cum? is he gentle with her. i was happy as she told me the truth about when it st...arted. but i was surprise to know they didnt do much. she told me they fucked probably less than 5 times so far. i told her why dont she fuck him good from now on. she has all my blessings and only rule is that Mark must not know i allow my wife to be fucked by him. she agreed she wont tell him. she repeated by asking me if im mad? i said no. i am. “I think I’ve seen you sitting outside reading before.” Chelsea laughed, making her stream quiver with her body’s slight movements, “I’m not reading. I hide my phone in the book and watch porn while I fuck myself.” “I’d be super freaked out that someone would come out and see me.” Dennis said thinking about it. “That’s most of the fun. Plus, I have you and the Ramirez’s on either side of me, it’s like what are either of you going to do?” Chelsea said indicating the two houses on either side of. He licked upwards, feeling the gooey discharge collecting in a sizable puddle on his tongue. He continued licking upwards, kind of sucking inwards at the same time, until he had as much of the deliciously nasty strand in his mouth as he could get. He rolled it all around in his mouth, loving the flavor as the strange new texture tickled his taste buds. For some reason he couldn’t explain, he was more certain than ever that it was Jamal’s—rich, thick, and luxuriously delicious. He swallowed, the. Around ten that night I call him to see what he had to say and I have to admit was very curious. When I called him he told me that he was surprised that when he saw me in those blue panties he was very turned on. He then tells me that his Wife was back home for the weekend and was wondering if I wanted to come over. He told me a little about himself and he sounded like a nice guy and I told him how my girlfriend had left for the weekend also and that those were her panties that I was wearing..