We opened the door to my heaven. I sat down pepped talk myself intensely. She walked back down stairs her tits bouncing with every step. I salivated a...d hardened thinking of what was to come. She tthrew me a condemn. "Can you do what your eyes can". I simply said "you'll have to see". She layed me down and unbuttoned my pants. I went in for a kiss. She went in with her tongue. My hands wandered to rubbing her thick thighs. I could feel heat resonating from her pussy.id say about twenty minutes. Anything that wasn’t a literal interpretation of Scripture was diabolical in origin.“I was always torn between those two sides of me, the slutty side that gave it out wholesale, anything but the V-card, and the Christian-brainwashed, misguided, but sincere, well-meaning part that wanted us to get married and have two point five kids or something together. It was all connected by one fact and one alone: I was yours and I wouldn’t give away what was yours to someone else.“I didn’t dare tell you. She looked at Tyler like this had gone too far, but the black guy just laughed and told her that she would have to see herself on video at least once in her life.The bunch of black men watched mesmerized as Ana sat on the couch, spread her long legs widely and played with herself.Her nice round boobs were covered in bite marks, so I assumed the young black bastards had sunk their teeth into her while they licked her nipples. Her pink pussy lips were engorged and reddish…Anita rubbed her pussy. I tried to get her involved with a couple of our bachelor friends; she would not go there.I finally succeeded on our trip to New Orleans during Mardi Gras. After an afternoon of walking the streets (never got my wife to flash), we stopped in a bar where we met a couple of elder widowers. By that time, my wife had had a lot to drink. Long story short, one of the guys (Herb) ended up in our hotel room; the rest is history.After her encounter with Herb, once again I tried to get something going.