The sounds and images of my wife being gang-banged by the black men would pop into my head and I would cum on the spot. I felt bad for the other wife ...nd her lack of fulfillment. This happen over and over. After a while we stopped picking up couples. My wife started working as a waitress in a hotel bar. When I was out of town one night, I got a call from my wife, telling me that another part time waitress had made a pass at her. She said the other girl worked one or two nights a week to explain. Calm footsteps echoed through the auditorium.“Who’s that?” I whispered, carefully but hurriedly adjusting my pants.“Cleaning crew, probably. They’re a bit early, I guess.”“Now what?”“Let’s hang for a sec,” Heather said softly. She ever so quietly readied the camera and framed a shot.A few minutes went by, during which we heard the rattle of tools and running water. The person below whistled a short melody. Then, a radio was switched on somewhere in the wings, filling the place with a thin but. With each lick up the fuzzy, gelatinous sack, beginningdown at the bottom where the little marble sits at the bottom of the sack, up to the base of his rockhard shaft, I start to question some of the life choices I’ve made. But with each shudder of delight andanticipation as I flick my tongue back in my mouth and descend again for another round trip, I figure“Hell, at least I’m doing this right.” But then, new requests are made: “Oh yeah baby, suck on those balls.” Suck on them? Really?Fuck.. To prove her point, this time it was she who kissed Karin and she kissed her hard. ‘Have you ever been with another girl or another woman before?’ Karin asked. Krystal shook her head. ‘You must not have read too much of my Diary, Mom. You’ll be my first … God, how hot is that?!’ ‘Very hot, yes. Come closer again, darling. Kiss Mommy, use your tongue, oh, how sweet. See how I’m dressed, do you like this on me?’ Karin asked. ‘Yes Mommy, very much. You’re still wearing the stilettos Mommy, ooh,.