Oooh, Bacardi, that’s a little winner for Daniel’ I think to myself. The bottle had seemed almost empty as I walked to the living room with it, and I had only had two, maybe three glasses, big glasses. We were no square couple either. If she did I don’t think she was going to tell me just then. And I also noticed that the Pyjama bottoms had not returned to covering his flaccid cock, the cock that was glistening just as much as my wife’s ass and pussy. “Mmmmm” she let out as she gave it a squeeze, its size growing. A couple of seconds later Matt walks back into the room, holding a bottle of vodka in his one hand and a glass of vodka and coke in the other. Another time we did anal in the toilets of the local swimming pool and I just casually jumped into the pool after with my wife in hand without so much as cleaning ourselves off, she did have to get straight back out though as she struggled to hold my cum inside, ‘you squirt so much’ she had said. “Let me fuck your ass” I say as I rim the edges of her back doors, plopping one then two fingers in easily. Daniel
My cock was just about ready to explode into her
