It's such a beautiful cock... I must have it with me always to fill my cunt like it is right now. Oh God... Cheri, tonight I'll suck and kiss it until...dawn... Oui... Oui! Ooohhhh, mon cher, do more! Do more! Hurt me! Make me your woman... your slave... Put your finger in my ass! Please... please... hurry! Oui, hurt me, my lover!" she begged like a wild bitch in heat in the uncontrolled throes of her ecstatic trance.Her plea set off a near maddening current of sensation within him, fostering a. ........here I am justifying a wrong in my mind as I stared at her."So what do you say, help each other out", she said, her eye brows raised in question."One condition....No regrets", I said.I wanted it to be true and hoped it would be true but the potential for regret is obviously HUGE, we knew it. By satisfying a mutual need and not getting "attached" then perhaps regret can be averted but it's amazing what can flood into ones mind the instant after gratification.We figured if we can hold on. Wo jaate hi bed pe late gaya or bola chalo sote maine kha thik hai maine apne kapde utaare or uske sath bed pe chala gaya us time hum dono ne undergarments phene hue the maine jaise hi kambal m gusa to deka uska landa khada hua hai peta nahi meri kyn fatne lagi m chup chap iski taraf gand kr k so gaya ir usne thodi dr baad hi muje piche se pakda liya or uska land pir se m apni gand ki line k bech feel kr paa raha tha pir kya tha maine thoda khush hua orUska land pakda liya bhut maza aa rha tha. You head into the bedroom and i relax and have a drink. Much later you come out in a nice dress shirt and long black skirt and hair drawn back in one pigtail and dark makeup. You look smokin i comment and you say jokingly hope Paul thinks so.Half hour later we hear a knock and its him. He looks much older and mature. We catch up a little while we all smoke some oil .. It is the real stuff. We start to play some poker. My wife wins the first game and i ask her what she wants. Paul looks.