Her life changed suddenly. Her husband was killed in a gang-related shooting. The odd thing was she never appeared grief stricken. Her mood was better...at work too.After a while I asked her to dinner on a Friday night to celebrate a joint accomplishment at work. I also thought she might like some company. She never mentioned having any friends. It took some persuading but she let me drive her home instead of taking the bus. I waited outside her shabby apartment building while she changed. I ask her what she is looking at. She says shakily, a cock, a black cock. I whisper in her ear so he can’t hear, that I know she wants to suck it, fuck it and eat his cum. I tell her to tell me what she wants, and she starts whispering, I want his cock, I want his cum, oh god I’m close. We are both focused on his cock as he starts cumming, she bucks and moans deeply, she is not very vocal but cums hard and deep. My fingers are soaked as she relaxes, he shakes off and I tell her to thank him.. She was committed to change. After some minutes, Sandra had laid thelast of the twelve eggs.- I wasss in heaven!- I can see that. - Marcus said. - Have you enjoyed her show?- I need a man! And I need one now! This cum your wife makes is drivingme crazy!Without thinking about what she was doing, Mandy went to Marcus andkissed him hard on the lips. Her lips were impregnated with Sandra'saphrodisiac and his cock stiffened. They started to grab each otherwhile Sandra observed, too exhaust to. ” oh i am so sorry … .akhil.. here let me help clean it.” But before i could go ahead and touch him on that pretext he removed his shirt in a jiffy baring those abs. I was aroused .He smiled and told me he would go wash his shirt under running water he left his shirt in the bathroom and came back in just his shorts. He looked amazing and i couldn’t get my eyes off him. I went close to him and started serving him again and this time my thighs touched his legs. He stared at my breasts as i bent.