I’d watched Richard unzip my jeans as I spread out on the settee and almost instantly I felt the familiar surge beneath, like it wanted to burst out...and that glorious feeling of sexual lust was there, in expectation of what was to come and enjoying every minute, knowing how Richard just adored to strip me like this; the way he used his finger tips to tease me up over my jeans as he tinkered with the zip fastener was so divine and lovely. I soon developed a full package for him to take his time. The black guy lifted me onto the dining room table and spread my legs. He unclipped the front of his coveralls, revealing his enormous, uncircumcised cock. In one shove his cock disappeared into my willing cunt. He grunted over me for fifteen minutes before emptying his seed deep inside. The Hispanic said he wanted my ass and the black guy turned me over and lifted me onto the arm of the newly delivered love seat. I felt the older guy's smaller cock pushing against my sphincter before I relaxed. Chris was anxious to see her. He was anxious to fulfill her fantasy for her. He had plenty of baby oil and Astroglide in his duffel bag. He settled down on the bed and watched the news, trying to keep his mind off of waiting. He could only imagine what it would look like seeing her walking through the hotel lobby with all her goodies hanging out.9 o'clock finally came and there was a knocking on the door. His cock lept to attention as he walked to open the door. There she was. A curvy 42 year. The vessel - a small wooden thing barely big enough for two people - she had quietly taken from the docks of Sarresh at dusk, the owner nowhere in sight.She wondered how long she’d been rowing. A fat moon sat low in the west, the silvery orb largely covered by clouds silhouetted in a bright nimbus by its glow. Dawn would only be an hour or two away, which meant she’d been at it for roughly ten hours. The Heartlake had always looked big on the few maps she’d seen of it, but the drawings did not.