All three black guys and my wife went into the master bedroom and I heard the door lock. I turned off the stereo and the lights and lay down on a couc.... I could faintly hear the black deep voices but couldn't make out what was being said. After a bit I could hear my sweet wife starting to moan heavily and screaming in pleasure.I woke up when the sun was very high outside. I went to the bedroom and found my sweet Ana naked, on top of Lukas’s body. I tapped on my wife's arm to wake her. He eyes. Clothes: jeans, cutoffs, tees, briefs, size 16 socks and sneakers, flannel shirt, sweater, jacket, rain poncho. Tools and toys: repair and sewing kits, soap, compass, harmonicas, notebook, pocket radio, books, flashlight. Cheap dried foods. And all the maps I could handle. The guitar made me a ‘wandering minstrel’. I sang for rides, sang for my meals and drinks, and sang my way into a few beds. The harmonicas helped too, I could make music while scrunched into tiny spaces. Some of those tiny. Pretty soon the thought of protest had sunk beyond the surface of other feelings that were now bubbling up in me.I could smell it. I really could. In my mind I was somehow isolating this beautiful cock from the fact that it was my brother's. That allowed me now to actually enjoy what I saw. The scent was filling the air like an exotic fragrance. I looked with amazement as he meticulously caressed his penis. He made love to it in his own unique way. He took his little finger tip into his mouth,. Do it some more." I worked eagerly at her snatch, feeling her pussy getting wetter and wetter as I manipulated her hole. Then I moistened the thumb of my free hand in her damp snatch and popped it in to her tight pink arse. For a moment, Amanda's mouth broke contact with my pussy, as this fairly new sensation caught her by surprise. Apart from what I'd done with her less than half an hour ago in the bathroom, I'm sure that this was the first time she'd taken anything up her arse. She groaned.