I am a weakling within his grasp. I look at the full length of this fully unclothed black man for the first time as he prepares my body and himself to...take me deep inside my fulfilling desires. He kneels over me and our mouths meet in tenderness while I admire his cleanly shaven head, as he draws himself between my loins and with his special magic, works on my lips until he, with stretched tongue explores its way towards the crowning moment of my white pussy. His sweat beads fall onto my chest. “I’d like your famous French toast and you as my side dish, my dear Alexandra,” I said smacking her on the ass. We had always been flirtatious with each other, even around our spouses, but nothing ever came of it. We both knew our limits and where we stood with one another. She even told my wife she wouldn’t mind having me ravish her for a weekend, in front of her husband, Bob. Both of our spouses just laughed it off as if it were friendly banter and flirting.“There you go again, making. Then I felt a familiar cock rubbing up and down the crack of my ass. Junior was rock hard and I was almost out of my mind with lust. Kelly was not alternating sucking my nipples. First one then the other, as Junior sunk his cock in my pussy. Little did I know that he was just lubricating his cock, because he withdrew from my pussy, and placed his cock at the entrance of my ass. I was moaning loudly as his cock entered my ass little by little till his big cock was buried balls deep.He held tight. "Oh, someone's hungry!" Marcus laughed, and I nodded. Abbie and I satdown opposite him at the table where there were plenty of empty drinksglasses about. "What do you fancy, Ashley?" Is there a menu?" I asked, looking around."No need, just tell me what you want and I'll have the chef make it!"Marcus beamed at me."I had the most wonderful chicken salad sweetie, the chicken here isexcellent!" Abbie smiled, picking up a red cocktail with a straw in itand taking a long gulp. "So are the cocktails,.