I really enjoyed the feeling, but just wanted to get fucked by my brother at this point so I wrapped my legs around him and started encouraging him to...go faster, deeper, and harder. Needing no further encouragement, he picked up the pace and had both of us grunting and moaning together.Somewhere in the back of my mind I remembered that I was performing for an audience so got James to roll us over, so I was sitting astride him. I sat up and pulled his hands to my breasts. He squeezed and tweaked. Tracing his tattoos with my fingertips feeling every muscle then sucking and licking those sexy nipples. Sometimes I would get a little carried away pinching a little hard and Ken would say "Ease up on the nipples babe their getting score."After ravishing that manly chest my lips followed down his torso to that thick cock I loved. The nipple play did the job and it was hard as a rock. Just a little tongue action on the purple round head of his thick hard penis then I climbed up and mounted Ken. The next day I went down and saw itagain, with additions. Under the first message, someone had added in ball point with adifferent writing style. "This be truth, bruthas. SlutSheila does Everythin for Black cock!" So now I have a second opinion on my wife being a slut.I was goingto erase them both but someone came in and I didn't want to be caughtand people wondering who this Sheila was, and conceivably they might know who I am.Sitting at my desk I was dwelling on this all day,and truth. Feeling aroused, I hurriedly looked for a short robe which exposed my thighs. I opened the door. It was Bob. A client had called him about some files which I had in my bag. I let him in and he started looking for the files he wanted. As Bob was sifting through the pile, he stopped when he saw the dildo on bedside table. He held it in his hand and commented that this model wasn’t big enough in size. I told him that this one travels with me and I didn’t think I could take a bigger size. He told.