I need…” She looked down at the ground again, her shoulders slumping as she tried to turn away from the camera. “Say it, little one.”“I need...,” she said into the camera. “I need you to punish me. For my sins. Please punish me hard.”I pulled her chain to me, she stumbled a bit and I caught her. I kissed her firmly, lovingly, our mouths open and wet. “This might be the last time I kiss you all day, my love.” We kissed passionately, our tongues working feverishly in our hot mouths. My hand grazed. I nodded. Climbing on top of her, he eased his cock up my wife’s cunt. Slowly at first, he fucked her long and hard. Cumming again and again, she was screaming by the end. With one final thrust he shot his load up her. Scooping up his spunk on his fingers,Tom shoved them in Karen’s mouth. Licking spunk and her own cum juice, she was in heaven. Tom and I had been planning this for a while. Meeting up a week earlier at the Hotel, we had arranged to pass the spare room key in the bar while Karen. You attempt to cover your mouth with your hands, as you climax in my mouth and on my face, screaming in delight. I take your hand and escort you to the bedroom, as your knees buckle slightly from the errand my tongue has just performed. Once in the bedroom I bend your quivering body over the bed and run my fingers up your dripping wet pleasure palace. Then, rubbing the head of my cock on your wetness, about to insert just the tip, you turn and insist on tasting your juices from my rock-hard. We also went to bed early and left two beers untouched. Needless to say nothing happened between Wilson and me. It truly was as if nothing had ever happened. Which suited me just fine.The next morning after breakfast, we drove the final two hours to the grassy strip where my plane was tied to the tie down rings buried in the ground. The guy who ran the place collected my fee for parking there over night. Wilson and I had brought five gallons of gas with us. I checked the milk bottle colored gas.