Belinda the Black, Matron of the Black Hearth, Mistress and Commander of all the women who bore unshaved, black-haired pussy patches collapsed into fu...l-blown heaving sobs in my arms. Luckily I had done some reading in a Women's Studies course about 'cry-gasms' and how they relate not to sadness but to the relief of pressure. Otherwise I would probably have had the typical response that most men have to a crying woman, wanting to solve the problem by stopping what was assumedly hurting her In. A brilliant smile was flashing in her slanted, diamond blue eyes, as she moved slowly towards me. To me it looked as if her movements were more languid and erotic, and there was a slightly vulgar sway to her narrow hips as she walked up to my chair."And you, my dear husband, is not at all curious, are you?" Of course I'm curious. How did it go?" For now, I'll only tell you that I'm exhausted, body and mind, my dear. As you see I haven't changed or showered since I came home. I wanted to give. I sat up and pushed the duvet back with my feet. With my fingers, I traced a line from his chest down to his cock which was limp and resting on his leg. He actually has a nice cock. Even limp it looks long and quite thick. Lots of hair. Nice big balls. I couldn’t resist leaning over him and letting my tits swing slowly back and forth, touching his cock as they moved.“Oh not now I’m tired”, he mumbled. Fuck you, I thought and got out of bed.I grabbed a chemise, put it on and went into the. Rohit then suggested to hit the dance floor, but I called for two shots for each one of us before we start the dance. After the shots, we moved to the dance floor and in less than 10 minutes I and Annie were arms in arms while Rohit was watching this and enjoying. He then said something in her ears and went off back to his seat. He could easily see us from there. Suddenly Annie became bolder and hugged me tightly. My hands were on her waist and I moved them slowly to her ass. I then squeezed.