Her nipples seemed to vibrate like little tuning forks. She was vividly alive, more alive than she’d ever been! She heard the soft gurgle of my cock...marinating in her cunt sauces, and smelled their sweat mingling. Above all, she felt that cock, that glorious, gorgeous, enormous cock, filling her pussy, her belly, her body and soul, pulsing with masculine life, seeming to swell, stretching her pussy walls beyond the point of no return.Then the universe dissolved in a glare of lights that made. This all started 10 years ago when we were still dating. She had moved to the US and had been living with me for about five years. A job opportunity came up and we moved to Tennessee. While there, things got interesting... Several months after moving, she told me she recieved an email from a stranger claiming to have her email from another girl and included a picture of his BBC. She said it was big, but she deleted it and that was the end of the conversation. A few weeks later she said she got. ”“Why do I have to go first?” Mark said, “Seduction and romance is out of my wheelhouse. If you went first I’d at least have a jumping off point.”“Your believed incompetence is why you have to go first. So we feel better about what we do.” Who said that doesn’t matter, the sentiment was echoed between the two girls.“Fine,” groaned Mark.The bar was near empty that night, a Sunday in football (American) season in a bar with no televisions had a tendency to do that. Jazz radio filled the room,. This always would just put the finishing touch to her orgasms. This time was no different. “I’m Cummmmmmming….” Was all I heard from her oh fuck from Dave behind her. I knew the instant he filled her. Her panting and encouragement to him to not stop and fuck me, fuck me, fuck me was telling us all how hard she was Cumming. If the squishing sound was loud before it doubled in amplitude as he drained his load into my bride. Holy shit she was going nuts. The truck cab smelled like a sex shop. She.