She kept onmoaning Frank’s name after every thrust he gave her, Iturned my head a little and looked over finally. Icould see my wife looking at ...me as he fucked her butshe still kept moaning his name as our eyes locked.I could see her tits bouncing back and forth below herand Frank continued to smack her ass. Then he collapsedon top of her and continued to fuck her from behind.Here was my naked hairy friend right exactly beside mypummeling my wife. Both of them knew I was awake butthey. The trip out was uneventful until Monday evening when I visited a New Age bookstore that was going out of business across from my motel. The proprietor had just died at age 97. Much of the inventory was used books, many classics which were long out of print. They also had many books published in India. When she died the inventory and purchasing records were in such a mess that her relatives decided just to liquidate the entire stock rather than try to organize returning those books that could. I feel her leg resting on mine only inches away again from my cock, the stiff erect member blaring out for anyone who touches it or sees it what nasty thoughts and desires I have for my own daughter. If I were alone it would be one thing to just reach down and stroke myself off. Laying in Anna's bed I think back to the last time I lay here. Holding a pair of her panties up to my nose while stroking my cock with another pair. And now here I am lying in the bed with her.I try to shift a little to. ..Her mind reeled as she tried to think of ways to get out of this. She couldn't scream for help—there were no security guards nearby. She couldn't grab the phone—he'd be on her in a second to stop her. And she wouldn't be able to fight him off. Despite the fact that he was an angry "momma's boy," he was a pretty big one—even bigger than Charles!She doubted she could do any real damage if she tried to punch him. And she'd have to be very precise if she tried to knee his groin. If she.