I climbed onto the bed, spread open my legs and rolled hips toward my stomach a little to give better access to my puckered hole. Tom climbed onto the... bed and slid back into my missionary style. "Keep your legs spread wide like that," he told. He was in a half push up position and looked down between our bodies as he fucked me.I looked down and watched, too. His veiny cock slid in and out of me in a steady rhythm. He pulled out each time until his bulbous head hit the ring of my hole and then. I think I might have left something. Can I come in and take a look." I said. "Sure! My name Samantha. My husband is at work. What did you forget? Please excuse the mess. I am still trying to clean from you guys last night." she said. "Oh! No problem. My name Buck. Sorry! I think I may have left my wallet some where. I looked around when I got home but could not find it." I said. It was actually in my glove compartment in my SUV. I carry a money clip most of the time. Samantha was wearing some. He darted his tongue in and out and up and down while making the loudest slurping noises as he drank my cum. Seeing how wet my slit was, Markus pushed his friend out of the way and immediately stuck three full fingers in my long slit, making me cry in pain. He then also sucked up my juices while I was secretly trying not to cum as I was on fire but dared not to let on. Suddenly Markus stopped and turned me around to face the wall. He and his friend both knelt down behind me, held up my dress,. He would most likely not see her for another year. Would they have to continue the charade and never even write? He made the right call at that moment and decided not to even ponder questions like that. Instead, he just laid there enjoying the moment. His balls still ached from the lack of attention but he would remedy that shortly. For now, he wanted to appreciate her beauty again. That couldn't happen.He heard movement upstairs. He knew was time to leave and get back to the real world. Then.