My mate came over with a couple of good looking girls and a round of drinks we chatted and it was obvious they were up for a laugh he didn’t know sh...e was out tonight too and I played the game and chatted away to them and must admit found the girl with blond hair and lots of cleavage on show very attractive she seemed to like the attention too and sat close to me as we drank and laughed.Later on as we had been getting on so well my mate gave me the nod and said we should take them clubbing as he. He told me that his dad was the maintenance manager for the club, and he was stuck waiting for him to come back from some sort of emergency on the other side of the property. He was probably going to be gone at least another hour. Brad was wearing a white T-shirt from the rock band The Who, a pair of blue OP shorts and sandals. He had a nice butt, and nice strong legs, with a fair amount of blond leg hair going up from his ankles to his knees, but much less visible above that. I had a thing. I wondered how Tracey felt, was she reduced, beaten, her face gave no clues but then her voice did when she issued “Oh Jason, fuck my arse, fuck it!” and the tempo was increased.My left hand was now trying to keep the camera phone steady as my right hand pumped at my previous considered adequate cock which now seemed completely pointless. Jason was in full rhythm, his cock appearing from and disappearing into my wife’s arse and his right hand taking occasional opportunity to redden Tracey’s. She kissed her way down to my chest and lightly nipped both of my nipples with her teeth, then licked them with her healing tongue, and continued to kiss and lick her way down until her tongue was coiled in my navel. After she reached that point, She asked me to remove her Petticoat, which I gladly did. I was smiling contentedly and sighing in pleasure. I told her how much I was enjoying what she was doing. She smiled back and told me she would be doing a lot more than that. As I removed her.