Her hips jerked up off the bed. He watched her face, eyes closed, biting her bottom lip as her hand cupped her pussy. He almost forgot to breathe as h...e watched her. Her fingers spread, he could see her middle finger pushed inside her. Her thumb strummed her clit as she spread her legs wider.His hand moved faster, pumping his cock. Pulling the foreskin back them pushing it up over the head again. He sped up, fingers gripping his shaft harder, squeezing his cock as he watched this woman. ”“Oh Kevin Jones talks with his mouth full does he”“Ok well after he sucked my cock.”“When did he suck your cock” he stammered “A few times.”“Did he sniff your boxers as well then.”“No did he fuck; it looks like I am the only one with that kink .”“Barry did you suck his cock.”“Yea a few times, how many times did you suck his.”“I have never sucked his fucking cock, I woke up and he was wanking me, and I told him to fuck off.”“What do you mean.”“Me and Danny were helping him paint his flat, but. My wife's legs apart with knees bent, my legs over her hips also with knees bent. We lay there chatting and relaxing for a good 15 minutes or more. It was not sexual at all at that point. After resting we got on with the washing. My wife went first, she stood up soaped up and then rinsed down with the shower head. She then got out the bath a I stood up to do the same. As I was soaping up my wife grabbed my limp cock and balls. “Make sure you wash these well” she laughed as she started to rub. With Erin’s mind still scrolling through the events of the previous night, Angus's words alone combined with the memories to spread chills through Erin’s entire being. Although her body and mind had calmed a bit after obediently and hungrily sucking Angus's cock before breakfast — while Dara had stroked Damian’s cock to a powerful eruption — an even deeper hunger and need were building now. Erin could feel her body responding to the many thoughts scrolling through her mind. Her nipples grew.