They asked if I recognized them and I said no.They said, "Oh really, you have not seen us. we play football for the Arena Football Team."I told them, ...I am sorry but I do not watch Arena Football."One guy said, "Oh that's alright; it doesn't matter anyways. We just wanted to come over and tell you how hot you were looking and what a sweet booty you had!"I said, "Thanks!"Then a slow song came on and the black guy, James, asked, "Would you care to dance?"I replied, "Sure, let's dance."We walked. Then another surge of his hot, sweet semen, and another, and with each eruption, his cock would slip further into my mouth, and I could feel the tickle of his pubic hair on my chin and the soft brush of his balls against my forehead. It was not the first time I had a cock spew cum into my mouth, and yet it was so different. I sucked and licked and swallowed his fluids and wanted more of him. I had my hands on his ass, pulling my face up into his crotch, taking his cock as far into my mouth as I. I walked into the shop and requested to have my bra size measured. The assistant I spoke to motioned young woman over. She smiled and motioned me to come into a cubicle, while my husband sat on a chair a few yards away.The shop assistant asked me to remove my shirt. I felt a little conscious and crossed my arms. She sensed my nervousness and took my arms put them out to the side. 'Don't be shy.' She said. I started to relax. My hair was long, so she schooled it up, and push it over my shoulder. . b-break...”“Break?” Art said, and he forced himself up on his elbows. No room left for Natasha, sitting between the two beasts, still inside her, walls of meat and strength burying her. “I’m so close.”“So am I,” the beast behind her said.She whimpered, and forced her heavy arms out to touch Art’s chest. “Please, let me rest. I ... still ... t-t-tingly.”Her touch sent Art back to the bed, and he made another growl as he set his hands on her hips; Matt moved his out of the way, and held her.