If I don't I know it could get worse for me. I don't know how but every time I think it couldn't be any more humiliated, my wife comes up with a new ...wist.As we tell Wendy that we need to think which gown would be best and look at the photos. She fills out all the data on the gowns which one I like and takes my number and address so that I'm on file with them. Wendy takes me around and shows all the different teddys and slippers, and such that the shop sells. Also she shows me all the many. ”A few minutes later Santiago found a side road to pull into, and he and Victor both climbed out of the cab. Victor pulled me down from the cab with him, and took me to the side of the truck. I was still completely naked, and he put his hand on my back and pushed until I was bent over, with my hands on the side of the truck for support. My big boobs were swinging freely beneath me, as he kicked my legs wide, then stepped in between them and rammed his big prick deep into my pussy. He began. She was absolutely stunning and reminded me of Sophia Loren in her prime. A week later Jamal arrived from South Africa. He was black, about six-foot, muscular, toned and very good-looking. My wife thought he was gorgeous and although I was more interested in Carla I had to admit he was pretty fit.A lot of my gay fantasies involve black men. The funny thing is that I never fancy guys and can't imagine kissing one, but for some reason I get incredibly turned on at the thought of sucking a cock.. Remember that time we went someplace classified?Working for the Bear where we damn near died?You were strapped on my MOLLE vest along with my gear,but now you're home and stopped working I fear.With earbuds in or those glasses to watch...those pornos we uploaded into those movie slots.I've watched a lot of pornos on that little, teeny screen,and strapped you in that Pelican case that I painted tan & green.From New York to London then Paris to Rome,you kept me entertained when I was far from.