With a mixture of nervousness and excitement I stood from my place on the couch, and stepped in front of him. He scooted forward in his seat and sprea... his legs allowing me to stand between his knees. I got down on my knees and moved my face closer to his crotch. I could smell his cock and balls, a sweet, musty odor not unlike my own. He took his hand away from his dick and beckoned me to move on with his finger. I opened my mouth and took him into it, savoring my first ever taste of another. Her visit had been timed well, South Carolina would be steaming hot for the Brit, and she could enjoy warming in the sun on a daily basis while visiting about old times and recent events with Nicole. She arrived at the Atlanta airport and went through customs with no difficulties before transferring onto a smaller jet that would carry her southward to her destination. She departed the plane in Charleston and was greeted by the sweltering heat, much hotter than anything she had ever. " yes Master " comes the instant reply,I take the first hit of poppers that gets me in the mood in the way i want , i slowly climb the stairs , there is one step that creaks, i delibretly step on it so he knows i am close by , i've got over one of my shoulders a shortish leather cat-o nine tails it has little knots of leather on the tails, stings like crazy and leaves lovely welts,he's in the postion i want him knelt on the bed , the curtains are drawn as i like the lighting to be set very low,. The scene shifted and the woman was being pounded by this guy with her husband watching and coaching her in what to do. The lighting and camera work while clear were not up to professional standards; clearly this was an actual amateur film. If real people did this, could my wife possibly do the same thing?The thought of my wife with another man, especially the taboo thought of my wife with a black one began to excite me again. I pictured my wife in the place of the woman in the film, with her.