We would often study at her apartment which was in the basement of her parents house. One night we finished studying for an upcoming test and we were ...itting on the sofa chatting. Somehow sex came up and we got into a conversation about our past activities and fantasies and such. I was getting really horny, and she could see it. I was only wearing sweatpants and I had a major tent.She kept looking at it as we were talking. One thing led to another and soon she was sitting on my lap, still fully. His heavy balls thudded so hard into my clit. He growled. He grunted. My mighty slave rammed his huge cock into the depths of my fertile pussy. And exploded in me.Hot cum spurted into my depths.His fecund seed fell upon my fertile soil.I came.I snarled into Lucy’s pussy. I plunged my tongue deep into her cunt, swirling it around, the rough texture assaulting her inner walls. She gasped and shuddered as my own snatch went wild about Bakiir’s dick. I massaged his cock, milking out the cum while. A dip in the pool only forestalled the inevitable heaviness that hung in the air. Yet none of that bothered me on that Fourth of July. In fact, every trickle of sweat down my back, along the inside of my muscular thighs, and down my neck into my chest-full of graying hair brought along with it remembrances of Jesse: his perfect skin, his heavy breathing, and the image of him lying on his back bathed in moonlight with sweat glistening off his perfect smooth torso. I was entranced. I was in love.. He was dressed in khaki shorts and a polo shirt. We exchanged words for a few minutes and proceeded to the Church in my truck. My brother left and I made arrangements to take James home later.As we were pulling into the property where the Church was located, James said, “I truly thank you for what you are doing, even though I don’t quite understand it”. “James”, I said, “Thank you for everything you have done for us. Just enjoy it”.James didn’t know that he was my wife’s 1000th cock to enter.