My wife’s knees were several times larger than life. Her face was no longer in view but would have been through the ceiling if the view was complete.... Lighting increased, brightening the space between her thighs. My wife often wore lace unders and the black lace let me, and everyone else, see that she had no hair on her pussy. As if that was not enough, the creamy complexion of her thighs was invaded by a dark hand of Harry, reaching up. He pulled her unders aside immediately. There was an. " he kept fucking her and spanking her as she came several times.He then pulled his fingers out and put them in her mouth as he pointed his cock to her ass and began to push in. She had a tight ass and he had to push hard to just get the head of his cock in. It helped that he had four fingered her first. "Now doesn't that big cock feel good going in that tight ass? Can you feel your ass stretch? I am going to give it all to you and bounce my balls off your pussy." He held her tight and pushed. Meanwhile, Fitz was a latch key kid, par excellence, who learned everything he needed to know by himself, including fitness, sports, and sex.He lost his virginity at fourteen when he did some chores for a neighborhood widow.He could tell she was so desperate for it that she would risk jail, but boys don't complain about being de-cherried, and Fitz was already heavily into self abuse, so he let this woman "seduce" him.Marsha was a name he didn't feel very comfortable calling her, instead of Mrs.. So when a pair of arms wrapped around my waist, I jumped out of my skin before sinking into them where I belonged. I recognised the smell first, then his voice swiftly followed. “I think I owe you one,” he murmured, into my left ear. I couldn’t stop the smile spreading across my face and warmth flooding my stomach. He must have been preparing himself for this. I could feel he was ready, through his and mine clothes. “You do,” I said, turning around in his grasp and planting a kiss on his lips..