I was sure it was semen…I felt angry and asked her what was this strange sticky subsatnce… Anita just smiled and said she had told me it had been ... good week...My sexy wife then explained me she had been having meetings during all week with directors and staff from other near cities offices.One of them was a young black man, very handsome. When he saw Ana was wearing her wedding ring, he told her that he had always wanted to fuck a married woman like her. His name was Phillip.Anita added that. The pleasure I derived from both staring at it and eating it was simply epic... forcing myself to behave I would content myself with feasting my eyes on her visual beauty... no matte how many times I would have seen her pussy, my attraction to her sheer beauty would never wane off... wanting to keep the moment last... we continued stretching the encounter... remaining naked, the proximity only, would be strong enough to maintain around burning arousal... driving our sexual urges even. Throwing me on top of the sheets I fell back spread-eagled, my legs hanging over the edge of the bed, and watched transfixed as he almost tore his robe as he fumbled urgently to get it off. Finally he stood naked between my legs, his angry cock now thrusting upward, pulsing in its eagerness to be buried deep in my pink, moist sheathe."Daddy!" I pled, scared now, convinced now it'd never fit, that it would split me. God, it's double the size of Jason's I thought, and even he had hurt me the. “Put your set back and lie back,” he said.Jane reclined her seat, lying back but keeping herself covered.Brian saw the door of one of the cars open, a tall man getting out.“Showtime,” he said, reaching over and opening her coat, revealing her breasts.“What do l do?” She asked.“Nothing until you see him standing by the window, then start playing with your tits,” Brian replied.Jane waited, her nerves on edge. She became aware of movement close to her side of the car, all she could make out was a.