Umm , I said ..umm any one I know? She said I dodn't know , how many black guys do you know? I just had to ask, Black guys...oh man that means big dic...s and they fuck forever. She could tell that was bothering me. She asked me , do you not like me doing a big, hard, shinny, black cock? Well it's just that'll be an awesome pie and it'll never make it home. Oh hubby you and them damn creamy pies. I thought of that look, then she raised her skirt hem to show me she had on a pair of tight bike. He cleaned himself off in the hand basin before zipping himself back up and going out. By the time his mate arrived, i'd turned round so that i was facing the wall and, with my hands above my head, he took me from behind. Again i moaned and groaned and this bloke held back a little... well, quite a lot... longer than the first. He also gave my tits a good mauling which i liked. Again, after he'd cum, i dropped the condom on the floor and picked up my coat... only to find the door being opened. .. Chretien de Troyes, 12th centuryI enter the bedroom to find the men have jumped ahead of me and now Nimrod has Saul on all fours in the middle of the bed and is already pumping into him. I wait for them to slow down before making my move. Coming up behind Nimrod, I lightly stroke my hand down his back. He shudders at my touch and looks up. He gives me an apologetic grin. I motion for him to kneel at the head of the bed, with the head board behind him.He slows his rhythm and draws Saul to his. Yet I could tell that Brigit wasn’t my wife. Brigit had introduced some small changes. Her appearance was close to my wife but could be a sister, if Mary had had a sister. Brigit was right. I couldn’t have stood her perfection much longer without turning into a babbling idiot. She shed her cloak, revealing a dark blue dress girdled with a golden belt. Her dress was high necked and floor length yet it revealed the curves beneath. If my wife had dressed like that we would have never got to the.