Emma found the house she was looking for and knocked on the door. The familiar face of Jim opened the door. “Hello Mr. Wilson is Johnny home?” Mr....Wilson nodded and called Johnny. Johnny came to the door and was utterly shocked at who it was. “Emma wow I didn’t expect you. How did you even know where I lived?” Emma smiled. “Listen it doesn’t matter. I came to tell you I’m so sorry for the way I’ve treated you and that I am having a party tonight and I wanted you to come as my date.” Johnny’s. “I need it…… I need your black cock inside me UUUUUUH GOD” and with one final tug Reginald’s 12 inch monster sprung forward from his pants, Mark and Barry continuing their barrage on her sopping, stretched pussy. Without any hesitation she cupped Reginald’s balls and slid six inches of his shaft into her mouth with a moan of pleasure.* * *Back at the house Chris was now sobbing quietly while jerking off to the pictures on the phone. He couldn’t believe his wife had done this to him. He was. I had drunk until I was sick and then begun all over again. If I recall rightly we, I had chummed up with some other air force types including a Yank air-gunner – waist-gunner if I recall correctly he was a Charles too called himself Chuck. (Charley would ramble but eventually he would get to the point). As I was saying we spent some time in the Windmill, then in the late afternoon we went into Piccadilly Circus. Everyone else seemed to head to the same place, it was like a giant spontaneous. Her flesh tasted sweet almost like wine. When it came down to sucking her pussy it was always the highlight of the evening. Instead of me putting my finger inside or stretching it her pussy opened up like two revolving doors allowing me to enter. I always enjoyed that and so did she. Her pussy was so deep my tongue could go all the way through. Once my tongue entered all hell broke loose. My girl screamed and actually roared like a wild a****l. She pounded on the wall only harder than me. Her.