Ashlee dressed in normal attire, not really wanting to give anything away. For the first time in a long time, she finally felt like the woman she had ...lways been. Thanks to her husband. She had always been in love with him, but she could feel how much more she was due to the actions he took to make her feel wanted. Ashlee had no idea how Greg could tell how she was feeling about her body, but somehow, he seemed to read her like a book. She was grateful for that. She was grateful for him. Mr. Walker’s dick starting to enter. Again it hurt like hell went the head pierced my opening. And like before Mr. Walker started by taking his time enter my ass. Then I heard him say “YEAH, BITCH, THIS IS MY MAN PUSSY!”, then he started to increase the pace of his stroke. I continued to suck and lick Mr. Holmes dick with Mr. Walker filling my ass. GOD IT FELT SO GOOD but again I started to question myself. Why Am I liking the feeling of being treated like a cheap whore with two black men, I. Baggy pants bare essential, I've always wished I could wear those skin tight Levis like other guys do, but they're out of the question. Imagine getting a hard on that's 14-inches long when it's running down your pant leg (even with baggy pants on) and you can't hide it like other guys do. They can just wait to get up, cover it with a book, or cross their legs. Not me, it's obvious what's going on and there's no way I can hide it. I've been embarrassed by my arousal too many times to count. I've. I squirmed and tried to find a warm spot as shivers ran up my spine and rattled my teeth. What the fuck happened last night? How did I end up naked between those two sexy women? I racked my hung-over mind and stumbled through a misty fog bank of blurry memories filed away in last night’s memory folder.Exhibits A-D: Four steaming and delicious mugs of hot buttered rum and homemade brandy (a federal offense).Exhibits E-F: Two contests to determine who could take the most hits from a.