I fucked her harder as I came and once I finished I pulled out of her. Jessica then stood up and pushed me to lay on my back. She moved over me and as... my cum started dripping out of her cunt she lowered herself down onto my cock. My cock entered her cum filled puss and she started riding back and forth on me. Fucking me hard she reached climax again and had another orgasm.After she finished orgasmning she fell down to kiss me. Our tounges exchanging saliva as we kissed passionately while I gave. I tried not to let my thoughts wander in those fantasies when my wife, Clair, was present. They were friends, Claire and Sharon, and on some warm afternoons one found them by the pool, sun bathing in their bikinis. Claire, thirty-four and blond, sported a good pair of breasts too but it was Sharon’s that I lusted after. Claire is tall, five foot eight, lean and strong and her breasts, small compared to her build, are round and firm with nipples that stood firmly out. Time was when I would get. He had more than dad but that was because he didn't get drunk every night. Only once every weekend. And about being a looker. For my mom every girl that occasionally wore a dress was a looker. So when he called me to tell me he would come by with his wife I didn't expect much. I would enjoy his company but wondered what to do with his wife.Yes, he had married her but not told mom and dad. He wanted my advice on how to bring it to them. So I told him to come over and party.Did I tell you he was. Toxic Orange TightsCharles is a big, middle-aged black man. He lurch-walks around the yard on a stiff left leg as if he's been knee-capped in a gang shooting or a Vietnam fire-fight. He lives with a fat white blonde woman whose drooping breasts and protruding belly hang in overlapping folds, flopping down where her lap should be. Two girls alternate carrying armsful of stuff from their rooms to the blue house. They look 12 or 13 years old. One is white, one is black. The white girl wears.