Her eyes lit on the little black GE minibar under one end of the workbench. There were three bottles of water and a couple cans of beer. A can of Pep...si. At least a dozen little glass jars of baby food. That was… strange. Wasn’t it? Draga shrugged, took one of the waters and closed the minibar. A few sips of cold water seemed to help her nerves. She turned to lean back against the bench and consider her next move. The smell of fresh sawdust suddenly filled the air. Curious, Draga raised her. We moved , Zofia now on her back ,as I began to lick her bald pussy martin gave my ass a quick smack his finger brushing my arsehole ! He moved around to her head and began to gently face fuck her, after a few minutes of this she came hard , her pussy juices flowing onto my tongue as i pushed it deep into her hole ! Martin positioned Zofia into doggy ,i moved infront he behind . We looked at each other then together thrust into each end at the same time , she let out a grateful moan as we built. I didn't want to look at her, I kept my head straight as she rested her head on my shoulder. She was cuddled up against me while I continued to just face straight, but my cock was hard as a rock still. She must have noticed. She whispered to me, "Are you okay?" I'll be okay, I guess," I answered.She kissed my neck gently. I tried not to respond. Her hand went to my dick. She pulled it out of my shorts and I let her get them down a little. She started stroking my dick. She kept kissing my neck.. I sat up on him and started rocking my hips back and forth fucking my husband and looked down and asked him “Do you want to hear more?” “Mmm yea,” was all Rob could say. “OK, well after we finished eating we just lay there for a little while and then I started to stroke his cock trying to get it hard again. Then John asked me again if I needed to go home again and I told him not before I sucked his cock and he fucked my ass. Rob, I swear his cock went from pretty soft to hard as a rock.