He had fucked her like she had never been fucked before. He had her crying out and coming until she thought it would never stop.I asked if he was a go...d lover. Ana laughed and then she stripped off, to show me what the black bastard had done to my sweet wife’s body.She had love bites all over her tits and on the inside of her thighs. Her buttocks were red, with some scratches on her delicate skin and her pussy lips looked swollen. Worst of all, Anita claimed he had fucked her five times during. I sat right next to her, not quite touching her, but smelling her soft,intoxicating female scent. She looked quickly at me, then at the pictures ofthe sluts on my walls. I had pictures of girls taken off the internet or magazines.They were either naked, posing suggestively, or they were sucking cock or gettingfucked by one or many cocks. A few even had the happy ending sprayed all acrossthe little cum whores face, tits and/or hair. I could tell the pictures upsether, or at least made her feel. After he reached the many rows of tall tomato plants, Vic realized one thing. It wasn't tomatoes that he wanted. Filly was bending over amongst the tomato plants with her big beautiful ass staring him right in the face. All he could do was gawk at it as she plucked tomatoes without even knowing the ass snuggled tightly inside her shorts had caused a dick of massive proportions.“Holy shit!" he said to himself, then reached down to adjust what had grown too large and was poking the flimsy. We wanted some flexibility in case of bad weather.”“We’d love it if you could stay longer. The weather forecast is favorable. If you could leave after lunch on Christmas Eve, I’m sure you’d be there in time and we’d have a couple more days together.”Nichelle turned to him. “Could we stay? We already decorated Mom’s tree. I’m sure she won’t mind.”“We won’t be trouble, will we?” Kit asked.“Absolutely not. Kit -- we won’t see you again until summer, and I don’t know when we’ll see Nichelle.