I was so engrossed in watching him that I hadn’t noticed him slipping his hand down to my panties.Our eyes locked as I watched his hazel eyes as he ...kissed down my stomach as he lowered my panties. I inhaled deeply when his breath increased the heat rising from between my legs. He softly kissed my mound as he slipped a finger inside me. I broke our eye contact, fluttering my lids closed and rising to greet his finger. As his pace continued, I clutched the bed coverings and breathed in pants. He. I tried to rise up and get them in my mouth, but she pushed me back down on the mattress.“Nah-uh. Be a good boy or no more tit,” she said, waggling her index finger at me with a mischievous smile.Chelsea started rising up on her knees, giving me the briefest view of my cock in between her legs, before plopping back down with all her weight. She picked up a rhythm and started bouncing up and down on my lap, moaning overhead while I groaned in pleasure down below.She dug her nails into my abs,. The wife never flinched on the contrary she arched her pussy forward to give hime better access .he said yes he would be happy to do the job but wanted to talk to the boss first .we always had a deep respect for the boss not only was he a very large biker but a really nice yet very forward guy who often looked in on the wife getting work done and would say things like "thats it you do everything the artist says and well look after you "the wife would tell me that there was something about him. Shit, I didn't mind, all I wanted to do was add some more, say 9lbs or so of bouncing baby bastard to her womb. I played her like a fine violin, telling her that I admired ample woman (I almost choked as she was really quite a fat bitch) and that I could not imagine her husband treating her like that.It didn't take long before I had the fat bitch eating out of my hand (except I would not have done that as she probably would have fucking eaten it :)I was at first base. We kissed and I was.