He must know this is wrong.He’s opened me, but he wants more. The tips of his fingers are moving inside my entrance, spreading me wide so he can see... deep inside. I feel his warm breath on me, the heat pulsing on my lips. Ohhh! His tongue. It’s so long, so moist and it’s moving nearer. My, but the sweetness as it enters, pushes inside me. Oh, Marcus. He’s licking my walls, lapping up my juice with every powerful thrust, with each plunge into my helpless pussy. No matter how I cry out, I can’t. He seemed pretty happy to have me driving again. Still, as far as I could tell from either him or my wife nothing was happening.Suddenly I'm thinking it's true "third time's a charm". He asked if I wanted to go to the driving range again and offered to buy a couple of buckets of balls if I would drive. Suddenly my heart took one huge beat! Maybe this would be the night!All day at work I looked forward to being late getting home and perhaps interrupting the two of them.But nothing was any. Then get down there and lick my asshole clean. I can feel all that nasty jizz and girl juice all down the crack of my ass. I think some of it even seeped into my asshole. Spread my ass cheeks and dig your tongue into my shitter, and make sure it's clean. Oh, fuck you are such a nasty old man.”“Now I want to see how much of that horse cock of yours I can swallow,” she said. So, without taking my hungry mouth off her sopping wet pussy, I swung around to a 69 position with me on top and slowly. ”“I should try to find a vaginal plug that has a moisture detector.”“You and science,” she said, laughing, “You’ll drive me crazy one of these days.”“There is a piece of research you could do, on the subject of randiness.”“Go on.”“Have you seen those guys who walk about the beach in a T-shirt and no pants. Like they were shy about their body but have to show off their cocks.”“Yeah, they look kind of daft.”“I have this theory that they are the sort of guy that sends unsolicited dick pick to.