In a matter of moments, I was naked on the table.I watched, the fear returning as they began to undress. Mr. Jones was standing between my legs, naked... We are sick and tired of all the teasing it is time for you to pay the piper. He moved closer to me, his hand reaching down, slipping a finger into my sex, working it in and out I could feel my body betraying me as the moisture flowed, then without a warning he was driving his cock into me. He pound into me and soon I was moaning in pleasure.. Once we completed the rehearsal, we all walked together to the patiowhere the cocktail party before dinner was being held. Our out of townguests had arrived and were already on their way to letting loose forthe weekend festivities. All of Grace's girlfriends were in attendance,with dates, most very manly looking men. Gayle was with Fred Davis, andRyan Kerrigan had come along to be Mandy's date.We greeted everyone as we made our way to the bar to get drinks. I knowI should have probably. Her mom Anne Adewale is Nigerian. They’re both from the United Kingdom, where Marian was born. Marian has lived in Canada for the past three and a half years. Her father works for the British Embassy in downtown Ottawa. How cool is that? At the time that I met Marian, I was going through a really tough time. Simply put, I was losing faith in Black women and in Black relationships. Well, Marian put a stop to that. She helped me regain my faith. It all began when this African chick named Naomi. " I roll off him to my side of the bed. Laying on my side my back facing him, I slip my hand between my legs. As my husband falls asleep, I feel how completely soaked my pussy is. Never have I been so wet. I can't stop touching myself. First one finger, then two, moving slowly in and out of my pussy. I add a third finger, pushing deep inside me I stifle a moan. One more yes one more finger, all four going deeply, slowly filling me as I imagine, his cock, not my husbands but DeSean. Feeling it.