Log dekh rhe the but “unki maa ki….kise parwaah thi” :PBahar phunche to vo thanks bol k jane lgi ki mra ghar paas hi h mai chli jaungi..Khade lu...d pe danda padne lga tha! Maine kaha nhi mai b ja i rha tha vapis i’ll come wid u..vo b i knew upar upar se na bol rhi thi..maine uska hath apne kandhe pe rkha aur uske boobs mri arm se touch hue…aahhhh kya soft the yrr mmmm.Sath ki gali me i tha uska ghar..darwaaze pe phunch k thnx thnx krne lgi..Maine kaha its fine! Mai apko dard me nhi dekh skta tha. He admired them for a minute then wrapped his lips around one nipple while pinching and twisting the other. This made her moan and squirm and she could barely stand up but after a few minutes he quit and unbuttoned her slacks. She was gently pushed back on the couch and her boots removed then her slacks were slid off. "My my are we a little wet?" He asked with a smile. He grabbed her hips and pulled her pussy to the edge of the couch where the head of his giant cock was just brushing against it. She wanked it gently with both hands, sliding the foreskin back and forth most wonderfully.Slowly, she knelt in front of me in the running, steaming water. Her hands, still gripped around my cock, pushed the foreskin back and her tongue darted out; licking the tip, before diving in and closing her mouth around my throbbing tool.She sucked hard, wanking with her hand, her (now) free hand drifting down between her own legs.Just when I thought I could hold on no longer, she stopped. Standing up,. My wife, Jessica, of 30+ years. was a whore.“Fuck!”, was all I could muster at that moment.“Any women?”, I asked, curiously.“No, no women. I’m not into that.”, she said.“Any black men?”, I asked.“Yes.”, she said.“How many?”, I asked.Jess thought for a moment, then replied, “10”.“Oh? 10 black men, huh? Hung?”, I asked.“Yes, and yes, all well hung.”, she said, in a voice that displayed a bit of pride.“How well hung?”, I continued.“10 inches and larger.”, she said.“And the largest?”, I asked.“14.