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The two ladies were now bent over at the waist and their skirts pulled up. The men where fucking them from behind. My wife started to moan and she said she wanted some. She said it loud enough for the guy from the couple that was standing next to us turned and looked at her. When I saw him turn, I asked him if he wanted some. He smiled. I moved back away from my wife and he took my place behind her. I moved behind his wife. She tuned kind of startled. I pivoted her around so we could watch my wife and her husband. She immediately reached behind her took my hand and guided between her ass cheeks and leaned back and told me to finger her. Meanwhile, my wife leaned back kissed her husband and told him to lift her skirt and fuck her. My wife was in a short black dress with black panty hose and the crotch was cut out her pussy was open for a hard dick. She reached back and unzipped his pants and pulled his hard dick out. He was kissing her neck and pitching her nipples. I. Her erect nipples were now visible beneath the material, two firm little peaks that now pressed at the underneath of the towel. Rather foolishly i then did the unthinkable and placed my hand around her waist and pulled her towards me, june sighed as i did so, the sigh of a woman who had not had a man in her life for a long time... And then it happened, we kissed! Our lips met and instantly guilt flooded my mind, yes i had been unfaithful to my girlfriend before but this was different this was with her own mother! guilt though was not stopping me, we continued to kiss as my hands ran down the small of her back and onto the hemline of the towel, my fingertips just lifting it slightly as they headed down onto the firm, pert, contour of her ass. Junes hand had already made its way down onto my crotch and her fingers had gently wrapped their way around my flaccid cock, which she had pulled out through my unzipped flies and buttons of my boxers, she was now rubbing my length at an ever.
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