I liked the little part oriental girl the best because she reminded me of the slant-eyed bitches that I humped all night over in places like Japan and...Korea. She acted like she was Mata Hari but the fact was she was a Florida cracker and didn’t even speak a word of any foreign language other than the gutter English that she picked up in the school system and on the street playing with the other kids of mostly dark skinned and Hispanic parents. I felt sorry for her because she was like a third. . Ohhh how lucky Emily is tonight, pet..." A smile broke across her face, remembering something. "Such a special night for your wife."Chris suddenly felt incredibly ashamed as he realized he hadn't even given a thought to what was happening to his wife, in the other room with Erik. If Scarlet looked like - that - was he also now some creature from hell, ravaging his wife? Chris looked at the door, willing himself to move, tensing his muscles, but failing miserably to even flex a muscle. . " No, as you are the challenging party, I'd have to prove it on you."Dylan laughed with less certainty. "But I'm not gay." That's what the other guy said, remember? Besides you don't have to be gay to enjoy a blowjob. And to beat my record, I'm putting it on the line that I could make you come seven times." Just suppose I agreed to this, what happens if I win and you can't make me come seven times?" Then I'm at your service for say, a week. I'll cook your meals and do your laundry and clean. After a few minutes of kissing and giggling, my wife rolled off me onto the bed. “Oh god, Carol, you taste wonderful! I love eating you.” I said, grinning up at her. “Thanks, that’s quite a talented tongue you have there! Any chance I could get my pussy filled with some of that nice hard cock of yours?” “Well,” I said, “I might need some time to recover! It’s been quite an afternoon so far!” “I’ll help!” she cried, and began sucking my limp cock. “Mmmm, I just love cleaning you up and tasting.