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I pulled out while she stayed bent over. I hairy gay pics took a towel and put it over her draining pussy. I rubbed up my come, and then she stood up, and checked her hair in the mirror. “Thanks for the hot fuck, John. You’re the best.” She calmly walked downstairs to check on Beth with my cum to leak out of her pussy for most of the trip to Denver. I drove them to the airport. Ruth sat in the back behind Beth and spread her legs giving me a view of her dripping cunt all the way to the airport. I helped them in with the bags and kissed them both good bye. I was looking forward to this party hairy gay pics. It was rare that I attended client parties without Beth. She was hairy gay pics a handsome woman and as my wife had a good effect on the clients. The hosts had a reputation for their parties, plenty of the most beautiful people and a river of booze. The back bedrooms were rumored to be well used at the end of the night. I never had the pleasure of using one, but then I it’s hard to convince your wife to fuck in someone else’s bedroom during a party. Lawful sex you do at home, dirty sex you do at parties. Tonight, I’m alone and I wouldn’t mind finding a young wife with a little too much booze in her, and visit one of those bedrooms for a bit of dirty sex. The party was already underway and loud when I arrived. The kind of loud you get from a wide open alcohol tap. I picked up a Scotch and water from the bar and started trolling for pussy. I wandered the rooms looking for a drunken husband. The guy who was hairy gay pics making a fool of himself usually had a pissed off wife somewhere. So, when I found him trying on the lampshade for size or trying to get into the pants of hairy gay pics his boss’ wife; I then went looking for his wife.

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