They weren't, everyone had gone home and our house was pretty secluded. I continued to watch and then I noticed how flirty it was getting. Something a...bout Jake's body language unnerved me and then he put his drink on the table, leaned over and tried to kiss my wife. I stood, spellbound. I knew he was after her! Thankfully my fears subsides as she pushed him away, looking slightly shocked. But then he leaned over again and this time her efforts to push him away did not stop him. Jake continued. When he didn't answer immediately, her eyes narrowed nastily, "Or maybe you been up so long that you've gotten used to those penitentiary fairies I hear so much about. Or maybe it's this blonde bitch here," she said, tossing her head contemptuously toward Ellen."Shut up, Sylvia," he said ominously."Don't tell me to shut up..." she began and her words were cut short in the middle of the sentence when Billy took two fast steps forward and viciously slapped her face; the force of the blow caused. Grabbing her face as I kissed her deeply, Renee enjoyed two more intense orgasms while Steve continued to pummel her excited pussy. Releasing Renee from our passionate kiss, I watch intently as her pussy is repeatedly subjected to Steve's relentless pounding. Over and over and over again, Steve plunges his rigid cock into my wife's open and waiting pussy. Sweating up a storm, Steve slowed his frenzied fucking to a manageable tempo so he could conserve a bit of energy and avoid having to rest. . to be honest, it won’t be finished until Monday afternoon. It ain’t no big deal, but I gotta get the part in and it’s Friday night, you know. I can’t order it until tomorrow...” He shrugged his shoulders.Lauren put her arm through Peter’s. “But what about us? How do we get home?”“Cab? Where do you live?” asked the mechanic. Peter’s apartment was on the other side of town, but Lauren’s house was only five minutes from the repair shop. The offer of a ride there was gratefully accepted. Lauren.