They were my viewers, and I wanted my TV audience to see me. It would make me more popular, and my ratings would go even higher.Then I gasped, the thi...g that I felt pushing at my petals wasn’t a finger, but much larger, and yet it felt wonderful! The penetration was long, and slow, and yet there was no stopping it, even if I wanted to. My mind kept seeing images of my skirt up, and my exposed body surrounded by naked, powerful black men, all of whom would take turns ravishing me. Each one. He seemed to get along well with the crowd, who enjoyed his mountain biking tales, especially the crashes. Mountain biking was where Matt and I parted ways, but I noticed that Ryan seemed to admire his courage and adventures.I didn't meet Ryan's wife and daughter, Sarah and Abigail, until one summer at a company pig roast. Abigail and our Noah wandered off to play volleyball with the other kids and the four of us "adults" sat around with other workers and their spouses feasting, drinking and. The downside was considerably less extramarital sex for me, but I didnt bear any grudge. We just got more creative, both in scheduling and in the bedroom. Jesus, Paul, Ill never get tired of your cock in my pussy, Tara said matter-of-factly in afternoon as she bounced up and down. Milk droplets formed on her nipples, and occasionally dripped onto my chest. You promise? I joked, and slapped her playfully on the ass. Tell you what. You get me off in the next sixty seconds, Ill let you fuck me. I couldn’t believe she was doing this because she’d told me she hated blow jobs. But soon I couldn’t think about that anymore because she was licking and sucking it like her life depended on it. By this time, my hands were under her dress, caressing her lovely thighs and also her round ass.I couldn’t take it anymore and after a while and pulled her upright. We exchanged deep passionate kisses, with me exploring her mouth with my tongue and sucking on her delicious lips. I got off the couch,.