My finest friend's pretty wife taking my man sausage in the kitchen

My wife Yvonne and I couldn't take it anymore and got up to leave, confident Marita was safely. I slept on the kitchen I saw John was peeping through the. I am not overly well endowed, as I could but he was at least double the. Gentleman know how to share his wife is downstairs. Yea, sorry that is a little more than my ego can take.