Ab mena pura joor ka sath daka mar raha tha tabi babhi na muja kass ka pakard liya or babhi sa jisme akardna laga babhi boli mera raja or joor se chod... muja mera raja mar dalo muja aje.me bi josh me ae geya or dakho ki speed barda di tabi babhi ki choot na pani chod diya. babhi ab dili par gayi thi. mena phir babhi ko kiss kana chalu kar di diya babhi phir se garm ho rahi thi babhi muja boli ruko mera rajaor babhi na muja apna uper se alag ki me soch raha tha ki keya huya mena puch babhi keya. .. I'm getting naked -- are the curtains closed?" Gimme a sec." So I'm farting with her curtains, halfway across the room, when I realized she could just undo the tie on that mask ... She didn't though. Problem was, I just wasn't alert -- my subconscious trusted her even though the conscious part of me didn't. I was getting sloppy -- did I WANT to get caught? But she was naked when I finished and the mask was still in place and I went over to get me some woman.There comes a time when you know. "Why all I've done to you is to give you a little bit of a carnalcraving . . . something that builds slowly over a couple of days,and then becomes so strong, that you'll have no choice but toindulge yourself in it" she said. "Then for the fun part. We get tostart the whole cycle over again! Now doesn't that sound like agood time?!" She continued to laugh.I was hysterical at this point. "Craving?! I don't understand.Cycle? What do you mean?!" But before I got any answers, thephone line. ...My husband Jim was slumped down in the easy chair watching asJerome was preparing my cunt for his huge black cock. His mouth wasopen and drool dripped from his lips. His hand was franticallystroking his now exposed cock.I felt the tip finally reach the entrance of my sopping hole andit felt like a huge log. Momentarily I had second thoughts andstarted to scoot back on the cushions, but Jerome's strong handsgripped my waist and pulled me back down. My terrified eyes burnedinto his dark.