The guy fucking me groaned and shot a hot load up my pussy. He pulled his thumb out of my ass, and when he pulled out his cock, a load of cum spilled ...ut down my legs and onto the bed. He was no sooner out of the way then the next guy took his place and started ramming my cummy pussy hard and deep. Hubby told the guy fucking me that I liked to get my ass slapped, so he took a tentative smack on my asscheek. I moaned deeply and ground back on him, so he started to alternate between spanking. They all let me feel them up and seventeen of them let me fuck them on the first date. The other five sucked my cock claiming to have been on the rag or something.Interestingly six of my Saturday dates stayed overnight and serviced me on Sunday morning too. By saying that they serviced me is to say that those women fucked my brains out…literally. My cock was sore for a day or two afterwards.Some of those women were really strange. Some were depressed, most were angry, and yet others were just. ”“Oh Uncle Mike,” she said in almost a cry from her throat. “I love the way you make love to me.”I then decided that by the building urge emanating from my loins that I had better move this along so I withdrew my hand and my mouth, scooted up between her willing legs and settled right at her opening. I placed the head of my cock right there next to it and slowly started my insertion. She held her breath and opened up her legs.She was well lubricated but her walls were still sore from this. Beal. Er verlangt von allen in seiner Sektion, ihn so zu nennen. Er ist ein großer schwarzer Mann von etwa 35 Jahren. Als er mich vor fünf Jahren interviewte, sagte er: "Sie werden mich Mister Beal nennen und nur Mister Beal."Seitdem bin ich davon eingeschüchtert. Wir verstehen uns ziemlich gut, aber es wird nie etwas Persönliches besprochen. Er scheint im letzten Jahr etwas freundlicher geworden zu sein. Ich glaube nicht, dass es sicherer ist, ihn als etwas anderes als einen unpersönlichen.