They were ready for action."Ready!" Joy announced. "Aim! Suck, your cocksuckers, suck!"Bill and Ron quickly reached out with their lips and encompasse... their opponent's manhood. In and out, up and down. Bill, on the bottom, quietly reached with his free hand around and began to massage Ron's ass. Ron, not to be outdone, began to massage Bill's balls, and then slowly let his middle finger snake forward into Bill's asshole. Both were now sucking on their opponents cock, and fingering their. .cumming..." she hissed as she shot another round of her cum out onto my tongue as I lapped away at it and drank it down.Taking advantage of the fact she was still coming off of her orgasm and the fact she was drunk enough to have her judgment impeded, I quickly slid my dick into her pussy and started thrusting my way deeper inside of her as I placed her legs on my shoulders."OHGOD...OHGOD...Fuck Me..." she hissed as I hit a sensitive spot inside of her, her back arching and her walls wrapping. Right?" She said, looking intently into my face and eyes."I've never doubted that," I replied, and in all sincerity, I'd never considered Mara wanting to fuck other men (and especially black African men) as a sign that she didn't love me. I understood very well that I had neither the big cock, nor did I have that special coloring that Mara was so intrigued by. So, to just be Mara's husband was quite enough to be thrilled over. Besides, and though it might have seemed at odds with the way most. Mister Sinclare climbed up on the bed next to me as I tried to twist away and pulled me back to him rolling me to my stomach. Mister Sinclare was on my back fumbling foe his penis between our bodies. Bruce asked '...where's your grease at Sinclare...' Mister Sinclare replied '...yeah that's right I'm gonna need a little something to open up this here ass hole. Look there by the chair...' I could see but I knew he got the grease and smeared it into my buttcrack and into my anal opening. Mister.