The husband feels the black man's potent cum-filled bull balls slapping his chin.The husband watches his huge black cockhead filling his mouth, comple...ely in shock at the abuse he is receiving. "You nasty cock-sucking bitch sissy! I love using your soft pouty lips; they're just like a woman's." The black man yells lost in pleasure and lust. Everytime his pushes his cock in, the husband's face slams into his sweaty pubes which are soaked in his wife's pussy juices."You like that bitch? Can you. Actually, that’s an understatement. I’ve been with addicts, losers, abusers and suffocating romantics. I don’t trust anyone anymore, least of all myself. But when I peek through my peephole and see Graham standing there, I can’t help myself: I smile and blush. Drunken butterflies tumble through my stomach. I feel like I’m sixteen again, riding the back of Tom Daly’s motorcycle. Except Graham isn’t Tom- all pimples and hands where I don’t want them. He’s smiling softly on the other side of my. “OK, um, stand up Everett,” Everett did. He looked Matthew in the eye but didn’t follow Matthew as Everett was directed to step forward, “I need a better solution than training him to fake it. Everett give me your watch.”Matthew pocketed the timepiece and walked over to Gwen. She was the youngest waitress who had worked with me. I knew Melody from the store. I sat next to Zina. She was very pretty tonight. I was happy wearing jeans and a tank top. Matthew pulled the watch out and whispered. Besides this was a once in a lifetime chance. I love my girlfriend but I really wanted to fuck a strange girls pussy and get away with it. I grabbed Dave's video camera and set it up to record the bed and turned it on and started recording.I gently maneuvered her to the edge of the bed so her ass was on the edge and her legs wide apart. I put a pillow and a white towel under her ass so her hips were just at the right height. I pulled her top off and removed her white bra down so I could fondle.