It wasn't hard at this point to talk her into meeting a black man I had been chatting with online at a bar for a few drinks. It was a rather warm earl... evening in Phoenix, Arizona and my wife wore a modest pair of shorts striking her sexy legs mid thigh and a top that snugged her 36C tits and exposed the roundness of them without putting them on display. She was excited, but wouldn't show it, but she knew we were meeting this black gentleman for the sole purpose of her experiencing black. “The general rule for fasting is no animal products of any kind.”“But you didn’t do that when we were dating?”“Because I wasn’t interested in debating it with you,” I replied. “That was probably a mistake on my part.”“So now what?”“I’ll eat what you’re making,” I said. “It falls under the ‘hospitality’ rule which says you should eat what you’re served. I’ll eat waffles, eggs, and buttered toast, though I should really pass on the bacon.”“This is really weird. It’s not even Lent.”“Except it is,”. Don't you fucken stop.. oh my gawd yes... son of a bitch.. mother fucker!!!... damn you!!!!Jake: you like it, right, whore? I'm sure no one has ever fucked you like this before.@unti3norma:: fuck. Im cumming, Jake!! auntie is going to cum, fuck. Baabbbbeee.. i'm cummingg!!!!..I let out a long scream while his balls kept smashing my ass... I lowered my head in ecstasy and saw my tits bouncing endlessly.Jake: Cum again, whore. I'm not going to stop until you do.Never in my life had I cum so fast. I grip hard with my thighs, my arms tight around your back as you fill me, but it’s slow and steady and the rhythm feels so good. We’re both soaking wet, our kisses deep and hard, tasting the salt of each other’s tongues mixed with the heady rain. Our bodies slip and slide but it only makes it more fun. “mmmmm,” I moan right in your ear. You close your eyes and work against me still slow and steady, holding me tight around the arse, but I feel your need to work me harder, each thrust more.