There she was my beloved wife, with a black stranger's impressive tool in her hand. I could only imagine what was going through her mind as she compar...d my little prick to his giant-size cock.Apparently a lot of wine combined with the realization that she was actually holding a black cock in her hand, was too much... she ran to the bathroom and threw up. After a while she came out and lay down on the bed. I went in to see if she was okay and luckily she was feeling better.I asked her if she was. Maybe the penny really was magic. Though if it was, it wasn’t magic for very long. And it didn’t seem to really do anything more than allow me to hear someone’s thoughts for a few minutes or so at the most. But that was pretty cool in and of itself. Though I quickly learned not to tell anyone I could do that either. For one thing, they wouldn’t believe me. But for another, if they did…and if they realized there were times I could honestly do that, well then…it would take all the fun out of it. I bent my head down and kissed his hand. He responded by holding it up for me so I could suck his finger.My hands woke up and found their place on his masculine body, exploring his strong chest muscles, and reaching down his front to feel his hard cock through his tight jeans. I knew then that that was what I wanted, and so did he.I pulled his shirt up over his head. I frantically pulled at his belt buckle, fumbled with the buttons on his jeans, and pulled them down to his feet, kneeling down. She wants to go organic, and James thinks it’s a waste of time. You’ve got land that qualifies as organic. So if she ran this, I can give oversight if you want, then that would solve your problem and stop the war at my place.”“I better explain,” I said. “I have control over the land and can let it as I see fit, but it still belongs to Annie Woodward. I do involve her in anything to do with the farm, keeping her in the circuit as it were and I have to say that if she really objected then I’d.