But the meeting, and our setting up some kind of system for running things, would be a start. I think we were all eager for some answers.Ingmar called...the meeting to order at 9 o'clock sharp. He stood up and started talking, and I couldn't help but admire how much Ingmar had grown, as a leader, in the brief time we'd all been together. It was easy to forget that he was just an under-educated fisherman from a tiny town, way up north in Manitoba. I thought Ingmar had been an awful sure-footed. He asked me to strip. I did. I had to take his cock out of his pants and suck it…I felt like I would die if I didn’t. It was the only thing I could think of… Then we fucked.’ I was holding my chin in my hand, looking at my beautiful wife telling me of a tryst three days ago. ‘Oh… so then you fucked… whose idea was that?’ I asked. Alicia answered ‘It was mine. I played with myself while I sucked him and I needed him inside me to come. After he came in me he had me take a shower and then sent me. They didn't actually have intercourse, but knowing they shared a kiss made me furious. I went out drinking with my bad influence, Karen, and we got to talking about the best sex we've had, and if I could fuck anyone from my past again, who would it be? Although I've had some great sex with both guys and gals, my mind immediately thought of Simon, a Nigerian student in some of my design classes. Karen remembered him well too, and was there on a few of the nights where we'd stagger drunk back to. Soon it was sliding in all the way.She looked at another picture. This one was a close-up of her pussy with a fat black shaft planted between her lips. A white trickle of cum flowed out of her down the black dick and made a puddle at its base. Amy fucked herself deep with her surrogate dildo. She could feel herself beginning to cum. A throaty moan escaped her lips."Oh, my god, really?!" she heard a voice exclaim. Someone was in the bathroom with her!It was too late for Amy to do anything, she.