He was about 6 feet tall, well built, but she couldn’t tell anything else because he was wearing a navy blue ski mask that covered his face and hair...well. The other unusual thing was that he was wearing dark glasses. There was nothing she could tell to distinguish him from any other man. He was holding her down with one of his large hands against her chest. The necklace Mark had given her for their last anniversary was digging into her where he pressed. The man was undoing his jeans with his. He looked down at me, as I opened my legs to allow him to see my swollen pussy lips. I couldn’t help but look down myself. I wanted to see Ricardo’s dick go in and out of my fun hole. The shiny condom mesmerized me; I could still see all of the veins through the light latex, as my pussy juice smeared on his pole. Just the sight brought me closer to an orgasm. Then it happened. Ramses brought the vibrator down to my clit and started rubbing it up and down. - Mmmm fuck, there you go primo. Uski boor mein ajib tarah ki manmohak khusbu thi, aur utni hi tasty thi jo mujhe kutto ki tarah chatne par bibas kar diya. Usko v apna boor chatwane me bada mazza aa raha tha aur chuttar ko utha utha kar boor chatwa rahi thi aur mmmmaaaaajjjjjklhhhhhhhhh ki awaj uske muh se nikal rahi thi. Kareeb 10 minut boor chatne ke baad usne mera v lund apne hatho me li aur sahlane lagi phir apne muh me dalkar lollypop ki tarah chusne lagi. Hum v apni do aunglee uske boor me dalkar undar bahar karne laga.. Not because I was unbalanced or anything like that,but because in listening to my friends talk, I had realized I was sodifferent... if not a freak... then at least one-in-a-million. I constantly desired men. Men desired me. It seemed so simple andsatisfying... that is, we could satisfy each other. Instinctively I knewmy husband would never understand. Nevertheless, I continued to beobsessed with sensual, sexual living. Some sex was never enough, neither was a lot. I was always ready.