So with mixed emotions I continued stroking myself. The two-fingermethod made it more difficult for me to gain an easy or fullysatisfying climax. I ...ould sneak in small flourishes, like tighteningmy hold or varying my rhythm enough that I could enjoy it but not somuch that I worried my bride would notice. I was approaching themagic moment, still struggling with the abiding shame of having to tugmyself in front of her. She even sat down and got comfortable, with aglass of white wine by her. Then I realized the warmth was coming from my friend Kevin. Kevinwas sprawled on top of me with his head on the center of my chest and hislegs wrapped around my left thigh. I knew we had gone to bed and when Ihad fallen asleep he had still been on his side of my big king size. Mypenis was hard, I realized, but it felt like it was pointed away from thewetness. I thought about it for a moment and identified a source of morewarmth in my boxers that wasn't attached to me. I looked down and I. When we arrived at the little outdoor hut we sat down on the stools and ordered a beer.The bartender didn't even try not to look at her breasts. The other men were also gazing at Sara, dressed only in a tiny g string. We were on our second round when a very large black guy and his friends came up behind us.The black man said in a deep voice, "My name is Marcus. How are you both doing?" Pretty good, just enjoying some beers. My name is John and my wife's name is Sara." Sara, you are by far the. I pulled her skirt down and saw black wet thongs that made me realize I had to act right now. Tearing her panties off I started fondling her vulva lips, tongued her clit and she moaned. It drove her mad again and again. Suddenly she pushed me on the bed, took my prick out of the jeans and licked the head. That was really nice and I pushed my knob into her mouth deeper and deeper. Then I took her hands into mine and turned her round and put on the belly.Instinctively she moved her legs apart and.