A small pen flashlight pierced the dark, shining on me and my partner. I could see that four, maybe five other men were watching and touching me, but ...ooking down at the cock going in and out of me I could see that it was dark, that it was black. That the man who was inside of me, the man who's cock I had sucked and who now was filling my pussy, was a black man. I moaned with desire and began fucking him even harder. Wanting him to explode in me. Wanting his cum in my hungry ass. I was fucking. “So does that mean that you still want to fuck us?” Emma asked with a smile.“Emma!” Rebecca said, “for goodness sake, is that all you think about.”“Oh come on Mum,” Emma replied, “it’s alright for you, you got fucked last night, l didn’t, and before you come with the righteous attitude, you were saying in the car that you hoped Grandad still wanted to fuck us.”“You two,” Jack chuckled, “you do make me laugh.”“Well that’s good Grandad,” Emma said, sliding her hand under her grandad’s dressing. We had been in our local pub, and were both a bit drunk. And when I get tipsy, I also get quite frisky hehe. It was time to leave, and I knew a shortcut through some nearby woods. Trouble is, I have heard people saying said in the pub that these woods have a car park that is used for dogging in the evenings. Probably a bunch of sad old men wearing dirty raincoats, I thought. In my drunken state I thought it would be fun to go and spy on them. I told Steve my plan and he thought it was a great. We had a nice chat over coffee. She had enjoyed the earlier fucking session to its core. She was still roaming around with the cum stained pussy.Over coffee, we discussed how she was willing to get her hubby involved as a cuckold. It was a dreamy idea, we discussed a lot about it and she promised that she’ll make it work.I finished my coffee and kissed her goodbye. Later that night, I received a text from her husband Amar.He said, “Come over after dinner. Dessert on Megha tonight because you.