But at the same time I'm thinking fuck, it's gotta be worth it. Shady walks a little closer to me and smiles."To late for what?" I ask and she laugh...s. "To see what you're wife is always braging about down there." I look behind her to see if I can see Cara hanging around. "Haha she passed out in your room." Shady laughs and it's all I need to hear. I grab her in my arms and start kissing her pasionately. Immediately she is pulling my trunks down and grabbing my hardening cock in her. "Oh no, I worked with him. He can be a hard headed, opinionated man, who never fails to give you his opinion. He will defend it, even when you prove he is wrong." I said."That's Hugo alright," she agreed.The door opened and Hugo came in. It's a great night, just a little chill in the air. Let's sit on the deck out back for a while." he suggested."With a big glass of your special brew, I can handle the chill," I agreed."Well, I have a sweat shirt, I leave here just for this kind of thing," Helen. I struggle to take it all in - the guys taut buttocks thrusting as his enormous cock stretches her tight pussy and his huge dangling hairy balls banging against her winking asshole, his thick shaft glistening with their mingled lubrication as he pulls back and then slams into her again and again. The camera travels back up to give a full length side view of them and she starts screaming 'fuck me, fuck me' as her orgasm builds and I recognise the point of no return I so often experience for. Maeve was always buying junk like this; she fancied herself an artistic person, and she was always decorating their house in some new style or pattern. It drove Patrick crazy, because he never knew if his living room was going to look like twelfth century China, 1920s Paris, or some godawful combination that nobody had thought of yet. Currently she was on a Middle Eastern kick, and that was why she had shown up with a carload of brass lamps, hookahs, and Oriental throw rugs purchased from some.