I turned to discard the small wrapped volume into the trash as I saw Steve turn Sherri onto her knees and ready his dark cock at her pussy. He turned ...o me and said, "watch me fuck your wife again. This hot, wet married pussy belongs to me now and it and she will be used at my direction." My wife affirmed, "yes, please," before I could muster enough sound in my voice to say, "yes, of course." Then this large cocked black man fully, forcefully plunged himself ball deep into her. While I knew the. Maybe it was. I would leave that determination to others who were above my pay grade. What I did know was that Carol had almost an insatiable need for physical pleasure. It wasn’t an every minute of every day need. But to say that Carol desired bodily pleasure from a variety of sexual activities several times a week, if not daily, would not be an exaggeration. Was she insatiable? It was my personal experience that even after two or three intense, lengthy orgasms, Carol still seemed to need and. His mother broke into tears and grabbed him into her arms as he came into the kitchen. He hugged her back and then squirmed away."I'm fine, Momma, honest. It's all right. Why're you cryin'?"Seth's mother mopped her eyes and went out into the yard, still wiping her face on her apron. Mr. French stepped down from his rig to meet her."Thank you for bringing my boy home, Mr. French. I'm obliged." She squeezed his hand in both of hers, and he gave her a courtly bow. "Your daughter is over at my. Take care of me.' Greg blushed ashe told Bob of his need.Bob was as pleased as punch. He beamed as he wrapped an arm around theyounger stud and watched all the other men go green with envy. He whisperedin his ear, telling him to come upstairs where they rented out cubicles.Greg felt slightly seedy as he followed Bob upstairs, aware that all eyeswere on them and aware too that everyone knew they were going to fuck. Hewas surprised to see the cubicles, these little rooms made for quickfucking. He.