I imagined that you climbed on top of me, kissing me so slowly and making my body heat up from the inside out. My body then became flush from the heat... and my womanly parts became so wet. I imagined that we were both naked from the fun night before and I could feel you getting hard as you started to kiss down my cheek, then down my neck sucking and leaving a mark so every one would know I am yours. Your hands were on every part of my body that your hands could touch and as you started to kiss. She didn’t belong with any of them. The other woman strutted their stuff with seven inch platform heels and shirts that they took the liberty of turning into dresses. Hair that wasn’t theirs and nails that could be used as weapons. Unlike her their skin was flawless, their makeup perfectly masking the ugliness that came out when they opened their mouths. Their legs showed no bruises and their eyes showed no weariness. They were made for this work, their bodies practically bred for the abuse. The first thing I saw was: “Sam Thompson. Houston’s Ass licking faggot.” I looked in complete shock as under the title, it listed my home address, my e-mail and my phone number. As he hit play, I watched in disbelief as it showed me crawling over, saying my name, my wife’s name and finally going after his ass. The worst was when I sat up with his shit on my face before he pissed in my mouth. “Hector, you have to take this down.”“Take it down? Fuck no. I already have this on three different porn. ”“Oh, okay. So, lose the pants.”“It’s your turn. Open the robe and let me see some more skin.”Keisha slowly began to gyrate her hips a bit, playing with the edges of the robe a little. There were flashes of skin here and there, and the notion that those tits were as perky as I thought was confirmed. Suddenly the robe hit the floor. Damn she was toned!There was a turn and then a booty drop. When she came up, it was to end up bent over with knees straight and hands on the floor. I was impressed..