If ever there was to be an award for the oddest couple however, that one would have to go to Amy and her husband Greg. Greg had played football in col...lege, even going on to play in the pros until he'd gotten in a car accident and ended up losing a leg. Though you wouldn't know it to see him, nor by the way he walked. At six and a half feet, Greg was still a big muscular individual. Amy on the other hand was nothing short of a pixie. Shorter even than Denise, she looked almost boyish in her slim. The leader was going to fill my ass with his dick for a second time.It suddenly dawned on me that I was going to have two big cocks inside of me at the same time, but the pleasure I was getting from the first one was overriding all other thoughts, as I continued to set the pace for my own pleasure. The first man finally fed his cock into my ass quite slowly, keeping up with the rocking motion I was in. It seemed to go in much easier than the first time and it certainly felt more. This was fucking weird and I felt as dirty as a woman could, as I stretched out in my chair and run my hands down my breasts and tummy, my hand curving into my crotch, and I began masturbating on the wooden chair.In less than a minute I had gone from a relaxing cup of cappuccino, to looking at a delivery guy standing on a porch next door, daring him mentally to look to his left and see me frigging my cunt, 'Please look, Please look', I dared, as both my legs were raised and settled on the table. ” He said to himself. “Oh, I know! It’s on the bottom shelf.” As he bent down to the bottom shelf, I felt his hand slide from my waist down over my arse, which was covered with a tight black pencil skirt split at the rear, settling onto my stocking clad thigh. “Mmm.” he murmured, “I know it’s down here somewhere.” I could hear him rummaging in a box on the shelf, but his hand remained firmly on my thigh, at the top of my stockings. “There it is, miss!” he said, “Thank god! I was getting stiff.