” Michelle replied.“Yes you do, don’t lie to me now. Tell me you want dat black baby inside your tummy…”“No….Stop it Peter….Not now…...”“Yes you do….Tell me…….” Peter kept insisting. “Ugh…God…..Peter….I told you not now…..Have to think about it…..”“That’s right…Keep working dat pussy for me…..Show Daddy what you want from him…”“Ugh…Fuck…..Good……Peter…I….Not now…OK….We’ll talk about it later….”“You love me don’t you….” Peter asked.“Peter….I…..Told you how I felt…about you….I love my husband….” She. We parked his truck in the airport parking lot and scooted inside, where the rest of the guys were waiting at the airport gate for us. We watched and waited impatiently, the guys mostly talking while I stared out the window. Eventually the plane was ready to board. I remember that Dale walked up next to me as the first- and business-class passengers were called, and I could smell his musky cologne (I had bought it for his birthday that March) hovering around him. I half-closed my eyes to gather. Heavy breathing and a rhythmic squeak I quickly realized were the springs of the bed reacting to some strenuous activity on the mattress. I slowly turned my face a bit, to have a sneak…Bob had Justin in the missionary position, athletically pounding his cock into the young guy’s anus. Bob was facing me, on his knees, with the boy's legs splayed to either side, hanging over Bob’s hips. My Boss was fucking him aggressively and roughly. He looked over and saw that I was staring at him; but, other. She had woken up today and loaded up her game. She was wearing her bath robe and her most tattered panties. She would be getting sweaty and had a tendency to cream herself if she got too worked up in a game. She would take a shower after. The only thing that she did to improve her appearance was to put her hair in two tails. She was too absorbed to cut it, but she didn't want to lay on it if she was on her back or have it fall forward if she was on her stomach.That should explain why she.