It was surprising we made it through the meal at all, since the conversation was all one-track. "So, those are some nice tits, toots. How big are we ...alking here? DD's? E's? Bigger?" "Wouldn't you like to know." I said, trying to make the glacial quality of my voice apparent. He stretched, settling into his seat. "Well, I guess I'll be finding out soon enough." He reasoned. I decided to let him have it. "This is our first date! What makes you so sure!? You haven't talked to me at all, you. I kept slowly fucking him, loving the sounds coming from him, until he requested, "Please, faster."I didn't even hesitate as I grasped his hips more tightly, and began fucking him faster.He groaned loudly, "Oh yes."My juices leaked out of me slightly as I began slamming into him, feeling such a rush."Oh God, Janelle," he moaned loudly, as he began bouncing back onto me."You want to be fucked like a little slut?" I growled, as I watched him bounce back against me like I often did when I was. Without warning, cum erupted from deep in my balls and was coating the heated walls of Honore’s vagina. I had given her my best. Helen’s moans had to turned to soft whimpers. I saw James withdraw his cock from her pussy. Made me think, damn that monster has to be at least ten inches. Then a large flow of cum began emitting from her gaping pussy. I never saw so much cum before. My sensual wife had just been long dicked by a huge black cock. For the next thirty minutes, four swingers lay back. We all feel deeply about our loss and our love. we all have parts of our bodies we wish looked better. we all look in the mirror at night and ask why we’re here. what’s so special, unique about one man and his tattooed arm?…a girl in pink panties lying on our bedroom floor telling us her life story in deadly detail? not much. when i think about love, how people do it, give it and lose it, i am amazed at my insight. not just into the topic, but insight into myself. i am cold, even deep down. for.