The second attempt I sank it up to the first knuckle. She made no protest about this activity. I continued to withdrawing and inserting until I was in...to the third knuckle and massaged rectal muscles with slow circular motions. She moaned louder. I looked up at Alma, her face was soft and damp. Some psychic communication passed between us and it was time to cease the foreplay. I rose and settled down over Alma. She took my cock into her hand and poised it towards her awaiting cunt. She rubbed. “So big…so fucking big and black.” Were the words Brandi mustered in between the moments her mouth wasn’t filled with thier cocks. When they were buried deep between her lips, she simply moaned and whimpered with exhilaration. Soon the men started to relax and get into it more. They might have been a little put off or intimidated, but Brandi’s complete approval and attraction to them soon fed them with a hunger to give Phillip’s wife what she wanted. An interracial experience she would never. "It's all my fault," she sobbed. "I failed. We should have left last night, but I was so tired." As one, the rest of the women surrounded and hugged her. Each telling her in no uncertain terms that it was not her fault."You couldn't know!" It probably wouldn't have mattered!" All of us needed the rest!" After awhile they all lapsed into silence."I wonder how they knew to look for you?" Shasta mused. The others looked at her puzzled. She continued, "I mean, why would they think you might be. Linda put her heels back on and exited the bathroom. As she entered thewell-appointed kitchen she noticed a nook with two place settings andsome nibbles. A kettle was about to boil and two cups were placed besideit. Mistress Jane was not in the room.Nervous and unsure of where to go, Linda stepped over to the kettleprepared to pour when it was ready. She could feel the tail swinging asher bum swayed.Just as the kettle whistled and Linda turned it off, Jane strode into thekitchen. Smiling,.