I knew eventually it would happen. One day she asked if I was willing to try again, but promise not to cum in her. I agreed and she said hubby was ok ...ith it. She came over after her k**s were asleep. You could tell she was sexually frustrated beyond words. She wasn't in the door 10 seconds before she had grabbed my dick and was trying to suck the skin off of it. I don't think she said more than three words before that. She went to town, sitting on edge sucking while i tried to get clothes off.. Her pussy smelled great with wet juices. Her red panty is full wet by juices. I kissed her legs and thighs and kissed till toes. Again I came to her thighs, kissed and gave a bite to her inner thighs. She moaned my name “aaahhh .. Jaggannath.. ooohh.. Don’t do that”.. I couldn’t resist, I removed her red wet panty. She didn’t shave her pussy but her hairs were trimmed and it was looking perfectly beautiful.I inserted my fore finger, she gave a jerk and her juices came out. It was smelling good,. His tongue lashed in and out of my pussy occasionally flicking across my G-spot and eventually bringing about a second orgasm. I looked over at David sitting helplessly watching his sweet wife getting pleasured masterfully by a huge black man with tears rolling down his cheeks. I had seen it all before and could not feel sorry for him now. I had cried a million more tears than him and it was him that had hardened my heart towards his excuses and lies. Doug was fingering me now with one huge. He had abandoned his Goth attire in favor of worn and ripped black jeans, an oversized plaid flannel shirt and old tennis shoes. In lieu of his bowler hat he wore his hair in a spiky Mohawk. Instead of his wire-framed glasses he had a pair with black plastic frames and square lenses."These are a pair of jeans I wear when I have to do dirty work at the office -- pull cable and so on. I borrowed one of Larry's shirts." Larry is into grunge?" she asked."Larry IS grunge, but not from a fashion.