Finally, she saw Mr. Powell’s BMW pull up. After a minute, he emerged from the garage.“Kennedy! I am so sorry I am late. Of course, I will pay you...for your time. But, I’m afraid the roads are deadly. I called your dad from the road and he urged me to put you up for the night. Is that alright? I can make up the guest room.”“Oh, yeah. That’s fine. No worries, Mr. Powell. The kids have been asleep for hours. I am just happy everyone is home safe for the night. I saw on the news that this storm is. Her back is arched. Sam has one hand pulling her hair backwards. She likes to be controlled by her lovers. Sometimes she lets me run my hands through her hair when we do it. But it is never physical.I stare at the photo. I am so lucky to have such a hot wife. Any guy would be lucky to have her. I keep an album with all the photos. I love going through them when I am alone.I get another photo. I can't believe my eyes. This one shows Sam's huge black cock entering Debbie's ass. Wow!!!! It is hot.. Try over in that corner where there are people collecting.”John wandered over and heard something of the conversation. He soon identified Corvo as the agitator at the centre of the group – all men – and forced his way among them.The man quickly realised that there was a stranger among his people, and asked John, “Who are you, sir? You are not one of our people?”“No, I am a visitor to these parts. Was your tribe a fishing village?”“Yes, and that other stranger was trying to get us to stay with a. I caressed it. I was on my side, my back arched so he can enjoy the view of my little ass. With his hand, he brushed my hole and play with his sperm still leaking from it. The squishy sound was incredible.This was the best and most erotic after-sex moment of my life. I wanted to say something, to ask him if he enjoyed fucking me. But I didn't dare break this moment.Still checking on my ass, he put his other hand in my hair. "I want to make you a proposition, James." Yes?" This was the best fuck.