Why did I find such thoughts, of my own wife fucking other men, so...strangely, and so strongly, appealing?! But it was!Megan started to walk on down ...he hallway, but turned after a few steps, and looking back at me (I'd followed her part way out into the hallway) and said: "I'm going to LOVE fucking some big black guy with a BIG black cock." She grinned."That's what you want, right?" She added.My silence was all the assent Megan needed; and she smiled once again. She even laughed slightly. "I. I want to give you that attention and comfort. Let me remind you what it's like to be loved and appreciated. Can I do that for you?"She finally broke. "Oh Tommy, please..."She looked up at me with a look on her face I will never forget. It was a look of helpless pleading... like a puppy left in the animal shelter that just wanted to go home. It very nearly broke my heart. I pulled her into another kiss and this time, she didn't hold back. With her arms back around my neck and her fingers. I rub her feet on your thighs, feeling my nails on your back ... Can you feel my heady scent, dog ??, are you standing with the desire to Me ?, Do you dream of zlizaniu language sweat from my body with a wylizaniu My bleeding cunt? You hear a slight laugh. First you have to endure all day, giving me so much pleasure you deserve his .. You feel like you're turned around and as my nails are stuck in your swollen prick. Groan. I smile and leave down, squeeze the red cock. Pull it down tight .... ." she looks up at me and blushes even more "... Erotic Fiction." "Yes, I looked there but couldn't find it. Could you help me find it?" She stares at me for a long moment, a nervous smile playing across her lips. "...OK." She whispers.We go up to the third level and walk down the long aisle to the last row, the clack of her heels echoing through the silent halls. We turn down the final row and she quickly goes to the spot where the book sits. She extracts it and with slightly shaking hands.