But I’m not interested in marrying you! I’m interested in fucking you! And I KNOW how good you are.”“So one mistake and your rule against marr...ed men goes out the window?”“Six months is hardly ‘one mistake.’”“So why repeat it?” I asked.“Isn’t that up to me? Not you?”“Only if you think cheating was up to John and not you.”“Are you just messing with me, or are you seriously not going to do this?”“You’re sure this is what you want?”“How can I be more blunt?” Aimee smirked. “I want you to fuck me. Myenthusiasm had faded by the time we'd arrived at my hotel, but Ipersevered, I could grab a quick shower to wash the taxi and plane funkoff before going to the conference. Stepping out of the cab came nonetoo soon, I felt slick with a sheen of sweat as I stepped out of the car,and if it had just been that, it would have been fine, but the mistakesI'd been blissfully ignoring blindsided me. As I straightened, I felt aweird patch of wet on my chest suddenly cool as it was exposed to air.That. Suddenly our host said that we could be more comfortable by stripping off our damp bathing suits…I gasped when I saw his erection; it looked really like a horse… A black long hard cock, twice my husband’s size.I thought that it would not fit in my very tiny asshole for sure.Aaron smiled as he could read my mind and said that it was too big for a lot of women… But I smiled as I looked at my husband.I told Aaron not to worry, his dick was not too big for me…That was all the black man needed to. One of her hands glided over his back, tracing the contours of his muscles, while the other slowly stroked his very hard cock, making it throb in anticipation.Something else stroked his back, just above his buttocks. It was warm, dry and scaly, as was his seat. He glanced down, and rather than being scared out of his wits as he should be by the red scaled coils, he was barely curious. He had just enough interest to look and see where the woman’s soft skin was replaced by those scales, just.