I didn’t know what I was going to tell him when he stepped in through the door.“I’ve just come for the rent.”“Yes. Ehh, I don’t have it th...s month.”“Why?” he asked.“I lost my job.”As usual I could see his eyes fixed on my breast and he was licking his lips.“Maybe we can come to another arrangement,” he said.“What do you mean?” I asked, but I new what he wanted.“You’re a pretty girl. My wife and I don’t have sex anymore and my daughter parades her half naked friends through the house. Maybe if. At home, she had orgasm after orgasm with me and her vibrator while thinking of his black cock in her redheaded pussy. They made out a couple of times and she loved to tell me that she had felt a very large cock through his pants. We picked a night that I was at work and our c***d was at the grandparent’s house. She approached him about the idea and, again, of course he agreed. I almost couldn’t concentrate on work that night knowing that my wife was being ridden and filled with a big black. We wanted to meet each other so badly that we agreed to split the cost and meet each other in a state halfway between us. The deal was that she and I had to actually be a couple, no meeting just for sex.I was incredibly excited and for the months we had to wait until we could do it (the trip, I mean) seemed like it was crawling by. We did nothing via webcam or online but talk as to keep the sexual tension high, so when the trip did come around I was practically hard all the time (I had to wear. If they did, he lost them among the roar of the fires and the crashing of collapsing roofs and falling beams.In the town square, he stopped, looking around. Every shop lining the square was reduced to piles of smoldering rubble. Only two structures still stood; the big statue in the centre of a wide, round fountain right in the middle of the square, and the town hall opposite where Smythe now stood, though the hall - its two storeys all in grey stone - had gouts of flame bursting from its.