Are you ready for me to take some money off the repairs.” I said. She nodded her head..”Yes!”I then pulled Mrs. Royal bathrobe off her body. I q...ickly took off my clothes. She was starring at my hard cock. “You’ve been thinking about this since yesterday. Now I’m going to fuck you. Walk out and bend over the wooden saw horse.” I said. I slapped her big ass. Mrs. Royal was breathing heavy as she walked out into her back yard. She slowly bent over the wooden saw horse. Her huge breast hung over. I managed to get off the bed and stand up. I had to hold on to the wall as I stood there naked, with my legs shaking uncontrollably. Eventually I could move around a bit and so I started looking for my clothes. They were scattered around the bedroom floor. Bending down to pick them up was difficult, but I managed.I made my way to the bathroom and looked in the mirror. Cum was encrusted all over me. My hair was tangled and knotted as if it had glue in it. My face was crusted with dried cum and. A huge black cock sprang free, released to smack up against Francis’ stomach before it bounced back. As a keen student of porn through all these years of my fantasy, he wasn’t long like some Mandingo character. Not quite. But he was big. Very big, around twice as long as my own cock and certainly much much thicker than me. As a man insecure about my own manhood, I knew that most women really enjoy an extra thick cock, and I knew that Sue was sure to enjoy Francis, and likely want him again and. Dave told him Jean was my wife, and reminded him he was a guest in our mess."I'm a sergeant," he said. The bar went silent. His mate took him by the arm and reminded his friend that it was a Junior Ranks Club and if there was any bother it was him who would go down. Technically he needed an invitation from one of us and permission from his Regimental Sergeant Major and ours to be there. Good sense prevailed and he apologised. I nodded to Dave who smoothed things over. Jean realised she wasn't.