Once I was finally spent I slipped out her watching in amazement as my cum came gushing out of her and forming a pool on the sheets beneath her. That�...��s when I finally noticed that the man fucking my wife was getting more frantic and I knew he was about to cum. I was fascinated so I moved around to watch a little closer, seeing his very dark cock thrusting in her pale white pussy. She was so into it that I don’t think she noticed me watching with anticipation knowing that he was about to. “He works on a county road crew, remember, but I talked to his wife. She said – for us – he can be here any workday after five. If we need him during the day, he’ll have to get permission to take off from his job. I told her that six would be great and I would get back to her with the details later, but to expect the wedding in the next day or two because Marie only has one week off.“I went ahead and talked to Dana, the dress shop owner, and she is expecting us for a fitting tomorrow morning. ‘Okay, Cara, cluck like a chicken.’ She started to cluck. Pat had his camera on her recording. ‘Cara take your top off.’ Cara dropped her dress. She wore only her panties. Luke sat up in the seat. ‘Slow Dance Cara.’ The three of us were laughing at her. Pat continued to film her. ‘So will she do anything we tell her to?’ Luke questioned me. I nodded. Luke smiled. ‘Good. How about something different. Something every one knows she would never do.’ I looked at him, unsure what he meant. Before. In those days, fuel prices made a flight to Africa and Asia affordable even to students and graduates willing to defer their loan repayments. She'd seen the real face of famine in Bangladesh, Mozambique and Uzbekistan that tourists wouldn't normally be exposed to. A tour company would keep such horrors as much out of sight as possible. Her interest in Third World famine relief continued through her generous donations to foreign aid charities and her practical assistance in shipping out food.