He was seated gently, they weren't rough with the man, and the guards moved back to stand near the door behind their prisoner."Wolfgang," the man brea...hed, swallowing thickly as his brown eyes searched his son's face."Hello, Father." Wolfgang tried to hide his frown. The man was barely fifty years old and he looked sixty, thin and pale. Edwin's face was deeply lined, almost haggard in appearance, and his shoulders were slumped, giving him a stooped and frail posture."And..." Edwin's eyes went. ‘God damn it! ‘ she snarled, pushing away from him hard enough to knock him back in the water. ‘Changing tactics, I see.’ Camille stomped through the water, her arms swinging furiously in her haste to get away. Slamming the gun onto the log, tossing the bottle of shampoo at the bank, she whirled around to scowl at him from across the water. Lather dribbled down the sides of her face, tumbling onto her neck and shoulders as the piles of hair cascaded from her head. ‘Do you ever give up?’ she. " I rubbed my hands over her buttocks, despite or perhaps because of the blood they felt firm and powerful, she liked to work out, on her back with some gigolo mainly but also in the gymn and swimming pool."No, James, please don't." she said."Don't what?" I asked."Rape me," she said quietly."Good god woman, you're my wife, it would hardly be rape." I said, "Anyway I'm not drunk enough to fancy you."She sobbed, I was confused, "Never mind," I said, "I'll fuck you with a wine bottle, hows that?". " She climaxed three times before we were done making love.After that, every time we talked about our upcoming trip, I asked if she'd been thinking about what it would be like to have a black dick pumping her pussy ... I could see the wheels turning.The night before our trip, we were fucking up a storm and I mentioned it to her again. This time she didn't say anything but her level of enthusiasm went sky high, and she fucked my brains out for over an hour that night.The day before the trip, we.