I moved a finger over the now slippery head of hiscock, he came to a complete stop and I was rewarded with a tightening ofhis arms around me. Slowly I... tried to rock back and forth, but was metwith a quick squeeze, "Yeah... OK, gotcha..." he huffed.I couldn't help but smile. I slide my nails over his shaft and he triedpushing me away, but not before I was able to clamp my legs around hisstill hard shaft. "I give up..." he moaned playfully.I spun out of his grip and looked up into his eyes, "That. In no time my cock went inside her pussy.At first I started giving her slight jerks, to that she replied jor se Rahul mera chut tumhara hi hai phaad do aaj mujhe”, and then I started giving her jerks at my full pace. Meanwhile even it was paining me very badly, but I was getting that pleasure whichI wanted to have from last 6-7 years or so and she started moaning again, aaaaahhhh one of her moans was loud enough to wake up one of those who were sleeping in the veranda. And I had to persuade her. To fuck my cock. What would your husband think?”“That he has a hot, sexy wife. A slut.” I pinched harder at my nipples. They were connected to my pussy. The sensations shot right down to them. I squirmed, moaning louder. My nipples were so hard. They ached. “You think he would approve?” The tip of the dick entered my pussy. The hammock swung, his cock moving me forward. And then the hammock swung backward, and my pussy slid down Thrak's big, thick cock.“Yes, yes, yes,” I shouted, not caring. They must have been waiting, because the response was almost immediate."Hey!" said Carol Hollerith, his wife of nearly fifteen years. "Where are you, hon?"It was their usual greeting. She'd ask and he'd answer as he always did. "I'm not home, that's for sure." She knew he couldn't say. But if he ever answered in any other way, she'd know that he was in trouble, somewhere.The relief on her face was clear. "Well, Merry Christmas, again, you crusty old Navy dog," she laughed. "Here's the kids."He.