"Soul mates? Really? So I asked her, "Then why you fuckin' around on him?" Our love transcends sex," she moaned. "It's purer than sex. Don't mean I do...'t need a nice, hard fuckin'." Keep eatin' me!" gasped Happy. "Put that purtee little mouth of yours to work on my pussy!" Sorry," Franny giggled, and buried her face back into Happy's cunt."And I could never leave my husband," Happy answered. "It's so much fun cuckoldin' him! How could I ever give that up." You are one wicked slut!" I accused.. She was a bit surprised but didn’t protest.After my colleague asked her question, I bent close to her, placed my hand on her right hand and was brushing her hand against mine. She definitely had her hands waxed, they were super smooth.I was so focused on her hands and her scent that I forgot what I was talking. I was just mumbling and enjoying the feeling of brushing her soft hands against mine. I had completely stopped talking and was just enjoying her.Anupama softly pushed my head with her. You haven't heard from him since.This morning you're driving your car along the pretty hedgerow lined roads of the British country side, and after many long, frustrating hours have managed to find your way through the labyrinth of twisting, turning lanes and back-roads, and your car is just approaching the outskirts of Spurting Spent.Be careful in there....You park your car beneath a row of trees opposite a cute little corner shop and look around. The sun is beating down, and the village looks. His cock throbbed again at the image of his lovely white wife naked and submissive to the demands of his rampant big cocked African boss.Igwe had appeared a charming and delightful boss from the moment of the first interview, which his wife had attended. From the moment they had sat with him in the rented office in London he had been all bonhomie and good humour. David had been expecting a gruelling interview. Igwe had behaved from the start as though it was all a formality and as though the.