Speaking of relief that I so much needed. . . my pussy hasn’t been popped in three years. Horny wasn’t the fucking word! Try sexually muthafucking...frustrated. Between the death of my fiancé, and remaining focused on my career I just wasn’t interested in physically sharing my energy with anybody.Be that as it may, to function under all the pressure it became vital for me to fuck me daily; more often than not, more than once. Shit they didn’t make waterproof, travel size, silent proof toys, and. .. Wha... what do you mean?" I mean it's time for you to stop teasing and put out!" No... get out." Oh, we'll get out. But not until we get what we came for."Shonda made to turn and run, but Betty nodded to Matt who grabbed her and held her arms behind her while Betty walked up and slapped the attractive Black across the cheek, then pulled out a ball gag which she shoved into Shonda's lovely mouth, Matt securing it so the woman could utter only low muffled cries for help. Then, at Betty's. The real sexual part gets started about half way. I like to have the intro to lead to the sex because thats what happened. I just want to remind you about Part 1 of my adventure. If you recall I would wake up with a strange taste in my mouth and sore asshole and shit this white stuff. Also every night my wife would give me this hot chocolate drink. It always made me tired. Also I was a virgin when I married my wife and had no idea about sex. So when all this white stuff squished in her pussy I. I walked back to her. My cock was at full mast pressing against my shorts.“Are you alright?” I asked.“I stepped on a rock, it felt like I may have cut my foot.” She said as she kept her eyes on her foot.She looked up to see me tenting in my pants.“Oh wow.” She said, marveling at my tent.She reached out, almost if mesmerized and touched me through my shorts.“This is from seeing me?” She asked, her eyes locked on my tent.“Yeah, Sorry about that,” I said, blushing.She grabbed the waistband of my.