Anja twists up her hair in her hands. "Like this?" She says sweetly, in a little girl voice. Then she looks me straight in the eye, and in her normal voice says, "Then you can pull on them when you fuck my ass tonight.""You don't look old or creepy," I told him, leaning over and kissing his cheek. "You're a good-looking guy, and damn, do you fill those jeans out!" I gave his ass a good hard squeeze for emphasis."Okay," she agreed, putting her soda down and then pul-ling her t-shirt up over her head, leaving her standing there in her bra and skirt.My wife flashed me a mischievous grin. She slid off my lap onto the rug. She slinked across the deep fur like a cat on all fours until she rested on her knees before Kurt with her hands on his thighs. Wordlessly she put her hands around his member, playing gently and closely studying him. Kent and Janet crowded the end of the sofa, almost leaning over her, watching. Anja shifted closer to her husband to observe, too. Anne arched her neck forward and dropped her shoulders over his lap, swallowing his cock. My own dick stiffened at the sight of her lovely head bobbing and swaying. She kept pulling her hair back to allow the others to see. Her lithe form partially blocked my view, even though I kept leaning right to left in the recliner to catch a glimpse. Anja noticed this, and patted the empty cushion beside her. I moved beside her, placing an arm around her bare shoulders. I pressed against her warm flesh and viewed along with the others my wife's amazing performance. Kurt's right arm was thrown over the back of the seat, his left hand rested firmly on the back of Anne's neck. My beautiful bride still wore her thong, stockings and heels as she slurped and sucked Kurt's pole vigorously, her lovely breasts brushing against his thighs. Anne stopped and sat back on her heels, gazing wantonly at his saliva drenched erection. My wife stood and daintily peeled off her thong in one practiced motion. She handed them to me, and I held her hand, assisting her as she climbed into Kurt's lap, her pussy poised over his large cock. Anne licked her fingers and wet her pussy with them. With one hand holding him by his huge shaft, and the fingers of her other hand holding open the lips of her pussy, she slowly descended until the head on his penis pushed inside her. I stood, allowing her to rest her weight in my shoulder while her pussy accepted this considerable intrusion. Kent rose from the sofa to stand beside her as well. Then Janet went to her knees behind Anne and took over guiding his tool into her. This all turned out to be nothing more than precautionary, a little added assurance for her. Realizing his cock wasn't going to hurt her, Anne released her hold on our shoulders and placed her hands on Kurt's. With only a little hesitation, Anne's pussy descended over Kurt's pole, completely enveloping him. They both sighed contentedly. Anne smiled, quite pleased with herself. She bounced happily on his stiff meat.



"Uh-uh. I'll take credit for Anne, but Jan was already full when I got her." He took a step back, surveying his penis. "Gross, dude! Clean her up when you're done with her, will ya?""Obviously!" she laughed again, her light, sweet laugh. "You're amazing at it. If I had known you were that good, I would have wanted us to do this a long time ago. Fuck, I came hard."Becca was standing about three feet in front of me. Raising her arms over her head, she shook everything she had, and goddamn, did this girl have it to shake! Her tits looked as if they could fall out of her dress at any moment. I hoped to hell they didn't because I didn't know if I would be able to resist grabbing them. Becca did a quick spin sending her long red hair flying and her skirt flaring up flashed me a quick view of the cheeks of her ass.Jan chided her, "Yes, you have too." Janet teased.

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