I would rise about nine in the morning and make my ablutions and have breakfast. After which I would catch up on any company paper work and deal with ...ny disciplinary matters. At noon I was served a good lunch by Mine Host of the Anchor Inn, a well-made buxom woman, with a fine head of coppery red hair. I estimated her to be around forty years of age, and she carried those years well.After my lunch I would take my ease until half past two, and then I would put on my tunic, buckle on my sword. As his hand was drenched of my juices, I took it and I liked it clean. That was just too much.“Oh mother of god or something like that,” Russel said as he began moaning really loudly.I saw it coming, so I got off him and laid next to him to rip off the condom. I grabbed onto his cock and stroked it fiercely for a few seconds and of course he shot his load everywhere all over the bed.“Wow, that was a lot dude,” I said.“No kidding and thank you,” Russel replied.“For letting you fuck me?” I. I couldnt say anything, I couldnt even move. I was both possessed and frightened. It was really happening, and my emotions were in a twirl. She commensed to build quickly now to her orgasm, and as I heard him come, I was further surprised that she remained fully on top of his unit while he exploded inside. This was one of the fantasies we occasionally had, black-baby pregnancy. And with each and every one of the fantasies, he came inside (as did I). There was a brief respite where both my wife. They seemed to have found themselves male company, and I was a bit surprised when they introduced the two lads as their boyfriends. I hadn't ever seen them have any men back to the house, not that we saw much of them at all, and I had a moment of relief. If you remember, Vee had threatened to offer them my services at the beginning of term to help them lose the young and innocent look they had. I hadn't been at all keen, and I was delighted that there was now no risk of it happening.The party.