. We would rent porn videos and act them out. Not the "couples porn" or soft stuff, but stuff with anal and group and things. She had dirty lingerie, ...oys. We would even play games to see what kind of sex we would have. A few times we even went to strip joints and the strippers would suck on her tits and play with her pussy. I was in heaven and marrying her felt like the greatest thing ever. She made me feel confident and alive. I was truly in love.Up until our third k**, things were still. I would have the house ready, with your gifts waiting for you when you got home, a meal prepared and I would treat you like a queen, often starting with a long lovemaking session as soon as you were home and always ending with one. I remember how worried I was when you were late home, the first time I tried to ring and you phone rang then went to voicemail, I thought you were driving, unable to answer. Half hour later when I tried to call you again, your phone just went straight to voicemail.. He was just finishing when there was a knock on the door. He went and opened it and let Matt in."Well, sport," he smiled broadly as he eyed the negro girl, cum on her face and running down her leg, "I see you had a good time." Yeah, dad," replied his son, "Shanika was great. Thanks." That's ok. It's kind of a family tradition." Can I come back here again?" Brian asked."I think that can be arranged," said Matt, smiling at his son. "Your mom is already going out to the car. I've got to take the. She had full lips that were always glistening with lip gloss.One day walking down the hallway at work I couldn’t help but gaze at Lisa’s ass it just had a little bounce as she walked. I got lost in trying to decipher if she was wearing a thong or boy shorts panties when hearing my name snapped me out of the trance I was in as I looked up to see Lisa glaring at me. “Hey, perv! Like the view?” Seeing how I was caught red handed and the fact we had shared plenty of inappropriate jokes and comments.