Well the ad hadn't even been up for five minutes before a young fellow named Clay emailed us a photograph of himself. He was a very handsome black man...We wrote back, asking him to tell us a little more about himself. He replied with several more pictures of himself from different camera angles, and one picture of himself totally nude and displaying his huge penis. "Is that for you? " I asked my wife."You betcha," she said.We invited Clay over one evening and sat around having a drink, trying to. “No, I’d kill your bloody mother if I was you,” I said as I approached the bed, “Don’t fret lass, I never had to force a bloody wench to fuck me in me bloody life.”She sat on the edge of the bed and covered her privates as I approached. I knelt down bfore her and gently pulled her hand away. She shuddered. I gave her a minute.“Don’t fret, I’ll not hurt thee.” I promised and then first I ran me fingers gently up her thighs and then I started to part her cunt lips with me fingers. It weren’t the. All she seemed to care about was tending to my needs. She lifted her lips off me momentarily and urged, “Cum for me baby. Let me see you cum for me.” It only took a few more strokes and I felt the climax reach the point of no return. I grunted and saw Elena’s face break into a wide smile as she kept her mouth close to me and her hands working me. With one final flick of her tongue over the tip of my cock the dam burst. For a few seconds there was nothing in my world but the slow, white burn of. Daddy and the other man were watching us closely, my knees were too weak to support my shaky body, I raised my arm and put them around his neck, my own mouth pressing against his, our tongues meshing, his thigh between mine, as my hips rose and sunk along his leg, I was humping for release, my raised arms revealing my clenching and unclenching buttocks, with his fingers inserted into my holes, I was doing it, and I did not care, I wanted sex and now it was happening.I opened my eyes and saw.