My answer would come in the winter of 1971. This is when the real story happened. I was over Akashneel’s house on a Saturday afternoon when it start...d to rain like cats and dogs. As the storm got worse Akashneel asked his mom if I could stay the night rather than attempt to drive home. I was given the ok and called my parents to let them know. A short time after that Akashneel went into the basement to work on his motorcycle and that left me with his mom in the living room. I was a klutz with. I then felt the need to steal a kiss from Sarah;"Not now darling," she countered. "We will spoil our make up!" So with Sarah as moral support she drove off to the village to pick up a few groceries for lunch from the village shop, while I sat in the passenger seat tingling with excitement and anticipation of things to come! Sarah parked the car in the 'Green Man' car park and having got out and locked her door, Sarah walked round and opened my door. "Come on now Roberta, time to face your. My knees began to buckle. A man from the crowd grabbed me and held me upright. “We expect a show,” the man told me and he draped his arm across my chest. He gave my nipple a squeeze and my kneeling lover began stroking his own magnificent piece of man meat. He hummed while pleasuring me. The man holding me kissed my neck and twisted hard on my nipple. I gasped in pleasure. I don’t know when, but the man slipped spit lubed fingers into me, pressing hard into my hole and massaging me from the. I saw my sexy wife on her hands and knees onto our marital bed.Kneeling behind Ana was some strange black guy trying to work his huge thick dick into my wife’s tight asshole. Ana’s head was dipped low, her curly blond hair hanging about her face in a sweaty tangled mess. One of her delicate hands was feverishly at work between her legs rubbing her clit, like she always does when I fuck her ass. Judging from her sweaty and messy appearance, I guessed that she and this black bastard had been at.