I clamped my arms around the wife’s thighs, and worked her clit feverishly while I felt the husband’s balls slap against my butt. She was panting ...apidly now, and then clenched her thighs and came in my face.A moment later, the husband gripped my hips tightly, and I felt him come deep inside me.We remained in that position for several minutes, slightly slumped over, sweating and panting. Finally, I raised my head, and rolled next to the wife, my dick pointing at the ceiling. Out of habit, I. Rita's fingers rose numbly to fumble with the small buttons of her summer blouse. Her cheeks were tinged pink and she seemed to be breathing more heavily. Was this turning her on? I grinned, wondering whether she'd fantasized about fucking her boyfriend's dad before... the look in her eye told me yes, the little slut.Anna stumbled back up onto the patio, water dripping off her lithe young body. Rita paused, unsure whether to continue."Go on." I said as Anna dumped herself unceremoniously on her. More

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