I could have anything I wanted. What did I want? Instead of trying to conjure something out of my own imagination, I was reading the thoughts of some ...f those wild sex-pots and getting ideas based on their lusts and needs.I kept coming back to this one delightful little brunette. Well, not that little. Her name was Robin. She was 5' 6" and had a perfectly wonderful figure. Not too thin, not to heavy, fabulous curves, a lovely face, and an even more adorable personality. She was a 23 year old. Calvin looked over at me and smiled, "Seems your pretty little woman has a secret thing for big black cocks." Then he looked over at my wife and told her to fuck herself the way she wanted to get fuck by a black man. She sucked the black dildo until it was good and wet, then slowly pushed it up into her cunt. I must admit, the sight of that fake black dick moving in and out of my wife's wet white pussy was giving me a hard-on the likes of which I'd never experienced before. In just a matter of. But does that make me happy. I never have time to spend the money I make. Sure the apartment was lovely. Exclusively furniture, for sure nice to look at but almost never used for its purposes.Well except for the bed. The only investment I've made that actually had come to use. And it has probably saved me. I would never had made it through the nightmarish workdays without the rest I got during my hours in the bed.It's Friday and I actually don't need to work at all this weekend. All my projects. Her mouth stretched wide. She began using both of her hands on his shaft. Sliding them up and down in unison with her mouth. “Oh fuck yeah. Just like that baby” uncle Steve responded. He threw his head back, and his breathing became heavy. I knew he was going to cum soon. He took his cock from her mouth, and began stroking it, saying he was going to cum.“Open that pretty little mouth of yours” he said. Uncle Steve began blowing his load, pumping all his white goo all over her. He let out a huge.