"Wait, leave it on awhile," Vicky said, running her hands over his hair-matted chest."Oh, you wanta read?" he yawned.Vicky sighed with exasperation. "...o, darling, I want to make love!"Don just blinked at her, as if he wasn't familiar with that activity. She ran her hands down over his hips and onto his cock. She wrapped her fingers around his meat and started pumping it. No response."Vicky, I'm kinda tired," he said.She pumped his cock harder, faster. "But Don," she said, "we haven't made love. " Yes, I am, don't you just love me?" God help me, yes, I love you to death."She reached into the overnight bag one more time, grabbed a couple of items and disappeared back into the bathroom. When she stepped out two minutes later she had long black hair and was wearing black, narrow framed glasses. She looked as if she were a totally different person."This is my 'don't bother me in public disguise'. What do you think?"She looked totally different! If she were carrying a briefcase she'd be a. "Please fuck me some more? Please?" Damone said, "There are more nigger cocks waiting for a turn in your cunt. You want to be sure you get enough sperm in your cunt, don't you, slut?" Kristi spread her legs again and Damone pulled his dick out of her pussy. Cum dribbled out and then her pussy didn't close completely. I watched Damone's cum dribble out of my wife's pussy and my dick started getting hard again. He said, "What do you say, slut?" Thank you for fucking me. Thank you for cumming in. She was wearing a lehenga (skirt) below her navel and above the pussy. I felt her ass crack. 'Ahhhh…' she sobbed.I then asked - Khala, are you ready?she nodded yes and said softly - Every girl waits for this night.The queen of my dreams was with me, ready to be fucked by meI said again- You are the most beautiful, fair and sexy. I am crazy to see you!I said in a soft voice - I love you Khala! You do not know what my condition is. My mind becomes uncontrollable as soon as I see you dressed.