Tugging your cock. Breathing heavily. Your wife looks so hot. She is being taken utterly by a healthy, young, virile black male. His ass clinches tigh...ly with each plunge into the soft white pussy being offered to him. Your wife's hips move in time with her bull, a rhythmic fucking that hypnotizes you both. His movements take on a slow, deliberate rhythm. Purpose to every thrust. The black bull grimaces tightly, holding his head back. A low growl begins to escape his lips. Something is. She had betrayed Rod at Lee's command and did so many times while he stayed with her.Lying on the bed, exhausted, Rod's letter crumpled in her hand by the force of her misery, she tried to will herself to think of all they did together, of all Lee had done to her.She had liked feeling abject and conquered in front of him, rising that night and cooking his meal which he silently and greedily ate, then, throwing his napkin down and getting to his feet, she followed him back to the bedroom, clad. The cock wasn't the surprise. The size was. "It only responds to a good sucking." she told me. She sat by me on the couch, reached around to the back of my neck and pulled my face toward her man-meat. It was still soft so it was easy to swallow the whole thing at once. But it was a hell of a thrill feeling it grow inside my mouth. Bigger and bigger until I had to draw back. I pulled all the way off to take a good look. Nine inches long and as bid around as a large egg. The head and the shaft. "Certainly have my man. It's going to be awesome," Graham told him."I don't suppose you are going to tell me more about it then?" Ianasked."You bet your life I'm not going to tell you!" Graham replied. Ian knewhe would say that. Graham was always scheming and wasn't going to giveup his scheme easily."Look mate, don't do anything that will cause Holly to have to castrateyou will you," Ian joked. His wife would not even hurt a fly, but itwas good to remind Graham not to get too carried away with.