I was sniffing his wife’s panties and rubbing my stiff cock.‘Suck me auntie,’ he said.His cock was so much thicker and longer than mine and I kn...ow Fiona loved it. I really wanted to see his cock fucking her. The thought it plunging in and out of her and making her cum really excited me and I had to stop wanking as I didn’t want to cum too soon.As she sucked him and squeezed his balls I could see her other hand in between her legs and fingering herself.Suddenly Phil was shouting, ‘oh auntie, I’m. You close your eyes and you inhale my scent. I slid my hand down to the back of your spine. We start taking of your black top and your satiny bra. I take a deep breath of your scent. I like it. I cupped your breasts in my hands and I squeezed them.You take off my white shirt, exposing my chest and stomach, while I kiss your throat.I pause for a moment and I ask you - "Are we really doing this?"You start taking of your capri pants, while looking at me with a naughty look in the eyes. I didn't. He was drawn to the same corner stall, where he noticed that the seat cover was still down, and he sat on it. Joe looked down where his sweet lovely bride had just knelt moments before, eagerly servicing a black stud. The thought made his penis spray gobs of goo up into the air as soon as he touched it. Back in his office he went through many conflicting emotions and considered many courses of action, discarding them one by one. It was still for some unknown reason to him, kind of erotic to. But that was in the future. In the summer of ’56, I was a social zero, fantasizing along with others of my ilk about the Becky Himmelfarbs of the world, or at least of Camp Nanticoke. As for Becky, she hooked up with Gill Reamer, one of the handsome young dudes who never lacked for female attention. By summer’s end, they were almost inseparable, holding hands at movie night (held in an outdoor arena called The Dell) and even during Friday night services. At mixers, they’d dance exclusively with.