My wife accepted his will.I looked at her in the eyes and Ana said she was now dripping wet, just recalling these black bulls double teaming her hot h...les…She lifted her short black dress, to show me she was not wearing any thong and I saw she was right: a tiny stream of pussy juices was running down her inner thighs.I called her a bitch and Anita laughed, saying tonight another huge well hung black man would enjoy her wetness; not me…I begged her to let me lick those pussy juices; but Ana. The warm sun streamed down on her exposed pussy and asshole, her back warmed from the sun. She could hear the waves lap at the sand, the breeze over their heads in the palm trees, and could feel her husband drawing another orgasm from her, like he had never done before. His technique was new, she acknowledged that, perhaps he’d been reading, no matter, it was good. His lips held her clitoral hood in a gentle grasp, like a foreskin, and gently rolled the tender flesh over the still hard shaft of. . I’m up for it, too,” a voice behind me said as I kept fucking Katarina.The woman in question started fondling my cheeks while speaking a soft, Southern accent. When she began fingering my asshole, I didn’t resist at all ... I just let this local woman have her fun. She also took to biting my neck a little as she felt like it.“I watched your fine, naked body last Saturday as you walked across the street. I’ve often envied the Bottoms their lifestyle, and now that Henry has left me for prison,. ’ ‘Thank you, but . . .’ Viv cut in as she started to reach over to take the box of cereal away from Katie. But she stopped with her hand wavering in midair. She couldn’t do it. She just couldn’t do it. She’d known the woman was following along behind them down the grocery store aisles, and she could understand now that the woman had seen how few items Viv had taken off the shelf and how desperately she’d looked through her fistful of coupons trying to match necessities with would she could.