We had a little ritual that a day or two before a date with a lover, my husband was not allowed to have sex with me. I would tell him that my pussy be...onged to my lover, I wanted to be clean, and he would have to wait his turn. It would drive my husband crazy with lust and I enjoyed the torture.Truth is, I hate condoms. If I'm making love with another man, I want him to finish inside of me. On a primal level, he's not dominating me and using my purpose as a woman unless he has left his seed in. "I didn't reckon there could be so many orangetrees in the entire world."JoJo smiled proudly."Millions of people start their day drinkin' orange juice. Gran'ma justdoes her piece in keepin' 'em supplied."Say Martin, you ain't my real uncle are you? What I mean is, uncles areusually related to a fella's parents, and you aren't." I'm related in a distant way to your grandmother, and I guess she findsit easier and more convenient to call me your uncle. I've no rub withthat as long as you don't. I was simply dumbfounded since we had not prepared for such a scenario. It was 8:15 in the cold winter evening & I was all alone in this almost empty coach which was running through a dark underground tunnel. I settled on a seat in the empty coach waiting for the journey to end soon. In an instant, I felt a hand on my thigh. It was a man with a french beard & black shades. He was in his 40s & had a commanding voice. He sat next to me & started whispering. He said he was following me from some. I was raised in the air as little brown sister fucked me harder and harder, our bodies slapping together loudly, in a quickening rhythm. As my climax grew in intensity, it felt as though my own cock was penetrating deep inside me. But it was firmly inside of little brown sister when I shot a mighty load, again and again, over and over, I shot massive load after massive load. Little brown sister, giggling, fucked me relentlessly making sure she got every drop of cum out of me. Wow, what a.