From the bar and our couch and our bed, and our shower....and a quick blow job at the front door before he left!Me: oh yeah, he's the young black coll...ge k** from ______ University.Wife: yessir. I think you nicknamed him everreadymbecausemhemkept,coming and didn't get soft at all. The k** with the nice hot package.Me: sure, will you be having tea?Wife: well...the cream anyway!Me: sure, have fun, my sweet! Any blow by blow reports would be greatly appreciated so to speak.Wife: of course. Where. Impulsively my hips started to thrust faster and deeper into her. Her eyes closed, mouth open and moans were continuous. I was focusing on my hips into her moist pussy and just burring my head into her neck and started to open kiss the nape and gently bit it.My every thrust was received her hips push up and her pussy muscles were getting tighter and I was about to cum inside her. I gasped and kept saying I am going to cum and she gently moved my hips to the side and in the movement, my dick. It’s surprising how many do not answer that question with what I believe to be the obvious, which is of course, ‘The mind!’ A month went by. What I had excitedly hoped to discover became for me a major disillusionment. I met strangers who preferred to remain so. Admittedly, not even sure at times if the ‘women’ I was speaking with, were in fact really women. Any attempt at familiarity, wanting to get to know that person on a more intimate, non-sexual level, was usually met with sudden. This sense of achievement made her tail swish left and right and her eyes glitter with excitement. —————— “I’m Rosalie,” she said when he opened his eyes. He stirred and struggled to summon the strength to raise his eyelids higher, but the frown did not disappear from his face; in fact, it deepened and there was a curl of disgust on his lips. To her sore disappointment, the incubus was anything but glad to see himself being nursed in the cave of a wolf girl. It was to be expected, Rosalie.