“I want you to show Jack here and the bartender how you can fist yourself, like you did with those two men that night at the apartment, and then, I want you to fuck me and Jack the way you did those two, you know, standing up and taking both of us.”
“I. . Blowjob porn …” Lucy was flabbergasted at what her husband was asking her to do. “Lucy!” Wanda cried watching her friend abandon her at her moment of need. She kept glancing at her lover as Lucy drove downtown. “Ohhhhhhhh. . . . …I’m cumming baby.” He yelled, releasing her head. Lucy had chosen one of her favorite light sundresses, thin straps and low cut. “Help you, it looked like you did just fine yourself.” Lucy grinned.
