“Has it really been that long?” she asks, not really believing it.Kate gets up and paces over to the dresser on the far wall. She picks up a brush...and runs her finger along its bristles. “Yes it has,” she finally replies after a few moments. “You have spent all that time mopping about whatever it is you saw. You have barely touched the water and you haven’t eaten anything.”“I don’t remember any of it,” Lucy mutters.“You don’t?” Kate says, setting the brush down and spinning around to face the. The man was a real fucking machine and could pump her forever.I could see now my wife's pussy was swollen and red as the relentless black man continued to feed her his monstrous dick. She was crying and moaning in pleasure as I had never heard before. He was really destroying her.They changed positions and soon I could see the beautiful face of my sexy wife while she was still pounded from behind by this black sex machine. Anita’s eyes were closed and she was breathing heavily. Soon she reached. I'd stopped him.The first half was over. The Tigers hadn't scored. But neither had we.Some of us actually learn from our mistakes. This year, I set the alarm.Traci, Peter, and Kelly had hung out until almost ten, overstaying their welcome by a couple of hours, but we had fun anyway, and at least Peter hadn't asked for a rubber when they left.I set the alarm, and Tami and I climbed into bed.Sleeping in Tami's arms was still magical. Waking in them even to the blare of an alarm even more so. We. She let out a little squeal.After we finished our meal, Christine started to take our plates. She took hers and mine to the kitchen and then came back for Bob's. As she was standing next to him, he did as he did at the VFW and placed his hand between her legs, rubbing his fingers up towards her crotch. Christine let out a little moan as I knew he had hit the spot. She stood there for what seemed like minutes but was probably only about ten seconds and he removed his hand.As she went to the.