The Stones of Almalexia liquefy in Her company.The Antarctic glaciers thaw in Her attendance.I worship, bow, and serve my Empress of Femininity,The Au...hor of Gentleness, The Goddess of Beauty,The Princess of Seduction, the Queen of Cuties.I am Her champion, the Viking Gladiator.It is I that worship her gorgeous skin.I grasp her immaculate crystal hips,I glide on her ammonite curves,I massage Her moonstone neck,I continuously lick her diamond thighs.She is the foundation of my beating heart.Her. "No help from us," theylaughed. "Release the woman within!" they shrieked hysterically like thewitches they were. Fine by them; they'd be wearing tuxes. We'd be wearingwedding dresses for brides or bridesmaids. It all seemed like a good ideaat the time; the booze had helped us form that conclusion. So did themarijuana.The doorbell rang. A shout from the kitchen. "Derek or I mean Darlene,they're here," Karen, my tolerant wife shouted. The doorbell rang again. Iheard her race to get it. I heard. The feel of her breasts on my silicone inserts was delightful.“Oh, it’s our little slice of heaven. Dudley dear, come to say hi to Melissa.”Sure enough, Dudley was there with a shit-eating grin. His long lanky body looked odd in beach shorts and a tank top. As he approached, he removed his Coke bottle glasses and winked.“Hey, Melissa. How are you feeling?”Suddenly, without warning, Dudley shoved me to my knees and grabbed me by the back of my head. In one motion his shorts were on the ground. She didn’t realize the erotic show she was giving to the passing truckers and continued to suck my cock and was getting me ever closer to orgasm.In one of the passing trucks I saw a big, burly black man staring into the SUV and the driver was definitely impressed with the sight before him. I told my wife that she had an audience and would she like to live out one of our fantasies, that of her having sex with a black man. She paused, looked up at me, and slowly said yes in a primal groan that.