He was drying his big body off on the side of the pool."Hey man," I said."Sup!" I think we need to call this all off," I said."What? What do you mean?... It's just, I don't feel we're getting anywhere with this, and maybe I overreacted about the punishment idea. I think we need to stop everything. You don't need to keep pressing for information, you don't need to follow her around, and you don't need to jizz in her milk anymore."Jon looked at me concerned."Listen," he said, putting a big wet hand. Much-needed solitude of the forest after a long day at the office. Time for self-reflection, meditation, enjoyment of nature... and to ogle that jiggling set of boobs.Come again?Full stop; just enough force on the front brake so the bike doesn't flip.He turns around. Eyes confirm what he absent-mindedly observed from in front: what a delectable posterior in those anthracite leggings. That salmon hoodie, however... not exactly his cup of tea. But these luscious, thick thighs... What was that. It was easy to do seeing that their dirty dancing and her ass grinding for over four full songs turned him into a man on a mission to fuck her till one of them passed out, no matter what the cost. When I told him about my plan to have him walk right up to her in our bedroom taeroff her clothes and enjoy himself for as long as he liked then offered him the option to empty his big black balls deep inside as many times as he wanted to, he shook my hand and said " you the coolest white dude I ever. I’ll wrap my legs around his thick meaty asswhile he drives deep into me. I might still be wearing my heels. My husband lovesthose shots where my heeled feet air stretched high intothe air as one of my lovers pounds my white married.pussy. On this particular night, it had been about three monthssince I fucked anyone besides my husband. I wasextremely horny and wet with anticipation of gettingscrewed this evening. James was out West on business andI promised him I’d stay horny for.