He said something to her and although she appeared totally shagged out at this point i heard her say "do it".He moved lower and slurped his tongue all... over her anus making it soaking wet.Then he gripped his cock and slowly pushed the head then the stalk of it in to her arse. I could see her gripping the quilt as he fed more of it in to her.He started fucking her. Slowly then building up. She reached between her legs and cupped his balls and fingered her pussy.He said something and she said the. " Makes for a scenic view," I said.She laughed, jiggling her jugs and kicked at me under the table."What now?" I asked. "Do you want something to eat?"She shook her curls. "Back to Germantown on the stage. But I've a room here until tomorrow if you are interested."That stopped me. "Interested?" I said, reaching across the small table to push her dress a bit lower in front with a poking finger between her full melons."Um," she said, sitting up very straight so her boobs jutted out, more pear. Not bulked out, just reasonable. My wife occasionally jokes that I look like one of the gods attached a cock to a woman's frame. My lower body is much more well built than my top, and on the few occasions when I've grown out my hair, I've been whistled at by guys in passing cars. As a result I have a very well built up middle finger.Two years of marriage. It's funny, but they just flew by. One minute I'm popping the question, and the next; there we were, packed into our Westfalia, heading for. More water. He started to laugh watching me lap at the water. He told me to stay. I did. He came back, and pushed the ass plug straight back in, leaving the long line of beads hanging down my legs "Every bitch should have a tail, you know. Now bark." On all fours, in the kitchen, in high heels and top, with my skirt up around my waist and the beads hanging down, I barked. My face was red, the collar was tight around my throat. As I did, the water that had rolled down my chin was dripping off..