..two fucking...gorgeous...women fucking...and I’d get to tap them both too, huh?” Pete grunted as he drilled me. “C’mon babe, eat...that puss...y,” he cheered as he watched me tongue-fuck my best friend. I heard a loud smack and felt Jen buck. Pete loved to spank when we fuck and since Jen’s ass is as delectable as the rest of her, I knew Pete wouldn’t be able to resist slapping it. Pete prolonged each thrust, making me moan and groan against Jen’s pussy. My best friend was riding my face like. The card case held a dozen cards for a George Johansen. He represented an office supply company headquartered in Gary, Indiana. That must be the pricks name that was screwing my wife.Sandy's purse was standard issue for what women carry, though a little smaller than women usually carried for everyday use. There was one intriguing item, a purse sized leather folder with an address book tucked in on one side. The other side held a calendar for the year with a page for each of the fifty-two weeks. JUTRASAs John looked at himself in the mirror, hestraightened his bow tie and smiled at how handsomehe looked in his tuxedo. He checked the gadgets inhis briefcase and in his suit himself. His seniorpartner looked as handsome even with his touch ofgray on top and in his facial hair."Ready Rick," asked John.Rick nodded and John proceeded to cut away the glassfrom one window frame. He shot a grappling line tothe bottom of the roller coaster across the pier andslid down the line with Rick shortly. He then gets behind me and gets down and I feel his mouth on my hole as his hands pull my butt open. This is just feeling so good. I am groaning and and moaning and saying don't stop. But of course he does.He stands up and his hands pull my butt open and i feel him step closer and then something is rubbing up and down. I am so loving this though I am unsure what exactly is going on. Yet I know. He stops and it's lines up with my hole and I feel him pushing. What i don't know is he has a.