Friday night at 8pm the invitees for the bachelor party started arriving. Music was playing and the guests were mingling. I went out to get some soft...drinks and beer that I realized I had forgotten. Greg was great about it and told me to go, things were under control. I left. I returned to find a DVD playing on Greg’s big screen TV and the guys heatedly chanting, “Fuck the slut” or “Take it all baby” things like that. I couldn’t see what movie they were watching until I got closer to. I want her again!Brandi's thighs flexed and rippled. Her arms swelled, her veins bulged, her muscles expanded. Laura's pulse raced. Her pussy ached. Brandi turned around, displaying her incredible back, and her ass. Laura trembled. The crotch of her panties was damp from the oozing nectars in her cunt. The commentator on the TV said that this event was taking place in Indianapolis. God, I wonder if I could get a telegram to her, Laura thought. And what would I say? Dying to fuck you again? Not. When they were done we changed positions. My MIL rode her daughters face while I rammed my wife's pussy with my cock. I did not stop until I flooded her with cum. We then noticed a lot of the guys jerking and cumming at the same time around the futons. I lost count of how many times I heard cum splat on the tile floor or even the edge of the futons from the ones who shot a more powerful load. My MIL said she has not been cummed in yet and started sucking my cock to get me hard again. She then. As long as they look good, it’s all good with me. I don’t discriminate based on gender. Booty catching is fun. The best sport in the world. At least, that’s my avocation. In my regular job, I am a cop. A patrolman working for the Boston Police Department. My name is Lloyd Morgan. I’m an openly bisexual black man enjoying the highlights and pitfalls of daily life in urban America. This is my story. Recently, I was just on patrol, when I noticed this pimp and his prostitute having an argument. I.