Shared cuckold fantasy directed by a special coup
This was too good to be true; here, in the pub once more were Mike and Linda. I can't say how happy I am to see them, especially after last weeks games!I blushed a little as I recalled my behaviour. I remember how crude my flirting became after a while, rubbing my stiff prick into Linda as we danced, and Mike was watching. Somehow, I did not think that was a problem, and he did not make any protest. I would have forgiven him if he had flattened my nose with a hard punch. Instead, they sat...