Far from asking me to go slower, my fiancee begged for more ... and more. She couldn’t seem to get enough of my dick. I certainly couldn’t get eno...gh of her delightful pussy and smooth, pale ass. God, that woman had a butt that was amazing! Her booty was more than worth fucking in and of itself. When I acted on impulse and pulled her soft, long brown hair a bit, she turned into even more of a wild woman, if that were possible. She began fucking me back with a desperate ardor that left no. “Yes.” “You ARE turned on by my fat belly?” Rachael had to confirm. “Yes,” he stated flately. “Yes I am.” “If I were your wife, would you want to make love to me?” “Hold on, Rachael!” Jason sat forward. “I don’t think my answering these questions would be healthy for our relationship.” “Who knows?” Rachael smiled. “Maybe it will make our relationship stronger. So, do you want to make. The reception was in a dining hall which was also a lavish ball room. The dancing started right after everyone ate. A tall black guy named CJ, who appeared to be a little older than me, began to dance with my mom. From what I saw, he was the only black person at the reception. He knew my cousin’s new wife somehow. My mom ended up dancing with him most of the night while dad and I just sat and watched. They grinded and danced sexually. I can specifically recall what happened when Jeremih’s song. Dipping his hand into the drawer of his bedside cabinet he produced a tube of ky jelly and a pack of three condom, handing me the lube he proceeded to roll a condom over his huge helmet and down his shaft then lay on his back on the bed with his cock stood like a flag pole, as it was my first time and not to sure what to do I used way to much lube but looking at the size of his helmet im glad I did, without saying another word I straddled him kneeling over his manhood holding his cock with one.