I nodded. "Just think, Eric's cum is going to be in your wife's pussy every night this week. You like that, don't you?" I nodded again. The though...t of another man b**st-fucking my wife bareback and cumming inside her sent erotic shivers down my spine. "Maybe I can talk to my husband... maybe he'll let you watch us... would you like that chance? Would you like to watch Eric fucking your wife?"I couldn't hold back. I shot my load straight to the back of my wife's throat. and like the. Only working my knob on his tongue, he slowly slid his fingers in my arse, causing me to push back until he had as much inside me as he could. As he started to work them in and out of me, I said how good it felt but wanted his cock in me, pushing him back on the bed, his fingers sliding from me with a plop.As Greg fell back onto the bed, I climbed over him, stopping with his cock in front of me where I grabbed the lube, squeezing a good amount onto it, working it up and down his length. Aching. She was told they would be back after midnight, and to make sure the porch light was left on for them. Denise suspected both of them were meeting other men for the evening, and she later found out they had, and this suspicion only fueled her own desire to live as dangerously as her mother and sister seemed to live. She had on a halter top with a light cotton shirt loosely over it, tiny jean shorts and a pair of clog sandals. Her long brown hair was gorgeous and she applied a bit of extra make. "What happened?" Not here," Peter grumbled, throwing the paper over his lunch. The cover story was face down so he didn't have to look into that picture again. "Walk with me?" Yeah, I can do that," MJ agreed. Her lunch was a fortified yogurt and celery. Part of her was intent on throwing the paper aside and eating Peter's soiled mass. She managed a mild amount of self control. Enough to run into Harry and Gwen holding hands as they entered the cafeteria. Harry squeezed more tightly before Gwen.