My wife crawled on her Hands and Knees and got between his legs and put her lips around his beautiful dick and started to moan- I think she got an org...sm just from knowing she was sucking his black dick. He kept teasing her with it until finally he held her head and pushed it in a little deeper and she choked a little- he gave me a cocky smirk and said " I think she is ready for my dick now- don't you ?" and I said Yes I think she is ready . I asked my wife "are you ready to be fucked by. That was definitely not normal.I had just spent an hour and a half at the gym surrounded by hot guys. All around me were biceps curling, abs crunching, calves flexing and faces straining. It was a feast for the eyes.Concentrating on my own workout, my eyes took in random flashes of the men around me.Backwards baseball hats cocked on heads.Tattoos on bulging triceps.Freshly-grown goatees.Clean pale skin.Dark tanned skin.Pretty blue eyes.Full athletic bags slung over sexy shoulders.Blond hair. She's not their usual trade. I told her as much."So how 'bout if you walked in with me?"I couldn't turn her down. I would never have forgiven myself if anything happened to her.It was a place without a name, unless you count "the den on 10," which mostly the squares called it on account it was just off 10-Mile Road. But it was no den. It was just an old paint store with cardboard over the windows to keep the cops from seeing the light. Even that was only window-dressing. Every cop in the county. ” He backs himself up on the slingshot, pushing the Rubber Band as far as it’ll stretch. “Well, here goes nothing. GERONIMO!!!” He launches himself off the slingshot and rips through the air. He flies higher, and higher, and higher, and…over the house completely. After 3 minutes of soaring through the clouds, he finally lands, ironically, at the Bi-Annual Midnight Picnic & Firework Imaginary Friend Festival. More precisely, right on Eduardo’s stomach. “Senor Bloo, what are you doing here? Senor.