I nearly fell over, of course, as my apparently rather horny wife slurped down on my cock, her mouth practically inhaling me as her nose met my pubic ...hair. Before I could go too far, though, Lisa rose and bent over the island to present me with a choice of holes. I had been fucking a lot of ass lately, so it was time for some good, old-fashioned twat, and I got busy pronging her sweet slit with my hard prick, pounding her good and hard from behind.As always, Lisa was very wet and slick for me. Sure, she'd seen well cared for gardens before, but something about this witch's land was more ethereal. Something she didn't have words for.Walking up to the witch's front door almost seemed like an out of body experience - the sun was shining, the sounds of nature buzzed all around her, and she tapped her knuckle lightly on the door, almost trying not to disturb the peaceful atmosphere.A woman who looked to be about forty answered. She definitely looked like a witch, or at least that's what. They buzzed around me at a distance of not much over a hundred feet, the cameraman filming me from various angles. I waved, and out of habit, pointlessly smiled.One of the pilots decided it was safe to edge closer, moving into formation fifty feet to my left, the other staying about hundred feet above and to my right.Both choppers had two people in them, a pilot and cameraman. I couldn't tell how excited they were, as they were both belted firmly into their seats, the cameraman's face was. Instantly she discovered she didn’t need words, as Jas found them for her. “Oh, God!” He growled as his hand stroked up her bare thigh to the rim of her shorts.She knew her whimper of pleasure gave her away. It took just ten seconds for them to be side by side on the lounger, all clothing scattered around them, mouths mashing together madly. A further five seconds for Jas’s fingers to gently explore Rhonda’s eager wet readiness. Matching her sheer delight at those fingers, at the whole pace of.