She was drunk and wanted more. Her filthy hands roamed over her ribcage grazing her breasts, they slid down her torso across her hips and down her thi...hs, leaving marks of mud all over her milky white skin.She was no longer walking or being pulled forward she was an active participant pushing herself letting her body dance, turn and writhe with enjoyment, she let her body slide against the trees she moved through. She needed to feel these strong, sturdy trees against her skin, she pushed her. She also slipped into the conversation that David had offered to give her a lower back massage, for about 10 years Jenny has been suffering from pain, apparently, David had done sports science at uni. I felt my cock twitch as I imagined this young black guy getting his hands on my wife, even if it was only her lower back. She asked if I was ok with it but not to let the cat out of the bag I agreed with a kind of distant yeah, if it helps but I hope he knows what he’s doing (what he’s doing, he. Be the good girl here, obedient." He also warned: "Don't you dare to disapprove or I'll be a demanding person by lashing that little asshole until it got reddish" His words turned me on. Oh, my God, I had been longing this fantasy ever! And I was about to become his favorite bitch, standing there, wearing only my thong, awaiting orders. He said: "Come on, you climb on the bed, get on your knees and poke out that beautiful ass as much as you can." I obeyed immediately and noticed as he got. I erupted, shooting my cum deep into that wonderful vagina.When we were done, she seemed reluctant to let me go, and we snuggled against each other as I kept myself firmly lodged deep in her. As we lay there, she whispered in my ear, "Sam, I love you."I could not help but say, "I love you too, Abby."It hit me like a ton of bricks. I really meant those words. Abby was no longer a toy to me. She had become the incarnation of all my fantasies of a real woman. I raised myself to look into her green.