..i promised her i would...she asked me in a very deep voice...can you please help me feel what a city woman feels...Can you love me like you would lo...e your wife....i couldnt hold it any more...i grabbed her in a deep hug and crushed her breasts to my chest....we closed all the windows, doors and curtains of the room and even though it was bit warm, we didnt mind...i took her face in my palms and kissed her forehead. kissed her eyebrows, kissed her nose, her eyes..she whimpered and came. “OK Grace, now it’s your turn – on your knees – get your teeth around this cock”.I didn’t need telling twice – I’d seen the erection tent in his trousers and wanted to try only my second grown-up cock; the boys at school were all too easy. On the floor, hidden behind the bar it was easy for him to fuck my face while holding a civilised conversation with Dad who had met up the condom man and bought a whole box wholesale. Eventually, after five minutes discussing the football and other rubbish,. "After cleaning your ass of the blood and the cum with his expert, century-old tongue, Edward takes his longer, but thinner, shining cock and eases into you. More gentle than Jacob, he doesn't see you as just a hole to fuck, but as something for him to use however he wants. And to him, if his meal is enjoying the ride, it tastes all the sweeter. So he pulls all the way out and flows right back in, massaging your prostate. Your hard as a rock and leaking profusely as Edward takes you. You were. The black stranger lovingly squeezed and caressed my wife's exposed tits with great appreciation. He looked down at them as you would a work of art. In the dim light I could see the redness of her nipples made erect by the roughness of his big calloused hand rubbing over them. "You got a beautiful wife, man." The black man suddenly said. "Thanks, I think so." I relied cheerfully. "Does she give head?" he asked. I was taken aback at his boldness. Obviously he wasn't going let a golden.