Her legs were high; she was jackknifed, her whole body weight supported onthat lovely lance that was stabbing her to a lovely death. Then suddenly she...was not just spinning, screwing her hot humming nutdown around his bolt. Now he was bucking too, tossing her up and downwhile she spun; her thrumming vagina was being screwed to death and now asshe bounced up and down he was driving it still deeper into her with eachsavage, soul-shattering thrust. She could feel her innards start to melt,shift,. He knew that she would do anything he asked at this point in time. When she was done with her liquid meal, he gruffly said "Okay, bitch! Stand up and give me a striptease! Show me how a white married bitch acts when she wants some black meat!" He watched as she stood up and began her performance, slowly disrobing. First her pink dress was removed and laid upon the chair behind her. Then her lacy white bra an dpanties. "Leave your heels on, Mrs. Holt! You look sexy like that!" he. I traced a line down the center of his dick and held his balls gently. Manipulating these twin plums carefully, my fingertips kneaded the area underneath and he sucked in a deep breath. I swear that a whole quarter teaspoon of his honey leaked from his cock, a slow dribble of anticipation. Holding the base of his shaft, I massaged the pre-cum into the end of his dick, that sensitive “clitoris” area I mentioned and the smooth head. I had only meant to excite him more, but he said, “Uh, oh” and. "Ellen had a ton of questions to ask about the four in a small roomtogether.She asked the most obvious one. "What are your sleeping arrangements?"He answered calmly, "Why two per bed. Why do you ask?"Ellen was unnerved. "I don't like you sharing a bed with another woman."George wasn't completely clueless he liked the idea of his wife beingjealous. "Honey, you have to understand that we are just friends. Thereis no way there could be any hanky-panky it's like we are sisters."I will admit.