He was like something out of a romance novel, a tall, elegant African with a British accent. I watched his full lips sip champagne and longed for him ...o kiss me. I had no close experience with African-Americans and had never kissed or dated one. I knew James' full lips would feel different than kissing Jeff. For the first time in my marriage I was thinking about the thrill of kissing a man I had never kissed before.When he did lean over toward me, I tilted my head back slightly and watched him. " Then, she caught my eyes, "I think I may be jealous."I wanted to be away from that conversation quickly. "I'm going to get my tennis stuff. Be right back. We need to get moving." I literally ran to my room and put on my tennis clothes and shoes, not in a big hurry.I went back to get Carol and she was just tying her shoes. She looked stunning in her short skirt tennis outfit with her hair back and her scoop blouse showing her cleavage. Oh, well, it's what the stars wear on TV. From the bottom. ..you better not throw up, you better not...' The guy's huge dick head was past mt front teeth as I stretched my lips to accommodate the girth of his throbbing dick head. Just as I was gagging on his dick the other guy was spitting into my butt crack and I felt his huge dick head smear his spit up and down my butt crack across my anal opening. The guy whose dick was in my mouth had now taken hold of my head and held me firm as his partner probed my very tender anal opening with his rubbery rock. No, am I a bad girl for letting you fuck me? I jumped in and said, Yes, youre a bad girl. You need to be spanked. She was in total ecstasy as I smacked her buttock that was exposed as Eric was holding her ankles up by his neck. She repeated over and over, Im a bad girl. Im so bad. Im a little slutty whore. Just hearing those things turned Eric on and he warned that he was going to blow again. She said, Go ahead. Do it. Do it in me. Eric responded, I dont have a rubber on. I know. It feels way.