He introduced himself as Marcus. Marcus and I sat on the couch, and chatted about my work and his (he was a musician) and Chicago and my small town an... my love of younger black guys, which he found amusing. I couldn’t help but look at his crotch — naturally — and my jaw opened wide again: I could see the outline of what looked like a foot-long tree trunk in his pants. “Oh my god,” I said, as I looked down. “Is that what I think it is?” This wonderfully deep-throated reply came from him: “Oh,. She manages to get it undone without too much trouble. "Before you get started, why don't you two trade seats with me? You'll have more room." She leads him over to the couch by his belt. I grab our bag, which has the camera in it. (What, you didn't think I was going to go through all this and not get pictures, did you?) I grab another beer in the process. I move so that I am facing Ryan, with my wife between us facing away from the camera. "Ok, honey, pull his pants down and help him. Once she sat, I pulled down my shorts and asked her to hold my dick, which was not fully hard that time.She held that softly moved her fingers up and down looking at my face. She kept on doing that, holding my balls, I was enjoying her touch and my dick was getting harder. I told her to take her in her mouth, she was refusing. I held her head and forcibly pulled her face towards my dick and forced her to take that in.I started controlling the movement of her head. She was taking only 2 to 3. "Ryan was emotional and raw. He leaned over and kissed me and I swoonedunder his weight and passion. I needed him urgently and we were able tomove the passenger seat forward for more room as we jumped into the backof the car. I climbed on top of him as our lips locked and we fumbledwith his belt and zipper, sliding his pants down to his ankles. I hikedup my skirt and he slid my panties to the side, pressing his rock solidcock against my hungry pussy. We both reached down and used our spit.