He actually did not know if there was a time or the age when physically a man would be called matured or he would truly act like a matured man. He was...just touching 32 but he was known by most standards to be a matured man. Most of his friends and people who knew him, considered him to be a sober and quiet, wise man.Thelma was not a stunning star but she was absolutely a very beautiful young red head working at the Every Day Store on the Main Street of the community. It would be just unfair to. After a couple of hours, he believed that he had produced something that would pass muster with his boss. Another hour and he would be done with it.His cellphone beeped. It was a Whatsapp message from his wife. Actually, four messages, three pictures, one text. The first showed a pair of calf-high bondage boots, the second a whip, the third a dog collar, and the text simply said: “In 30 minutes”. He groaned. Did his wife have to pick today to satisfy her dominatrix urge? But he knew better than. Ana finally surrounded to his wishes and spread her legs for him.As Jacob roughly inserted two fingers in her tight pussy, my sensual wife gasped in both surprise and pleasure.Deshawn suddenly woke up and removed his trousers, exposing a huge black dick; really huge, it could be at least eleven inches long. If he was going to fuck Anita with that giant serpent, it could be so painful for sure…I looked at my wife… her nice eyes stared in awe, making a strange sound from her throat, mixed with. Fortunately, Auntie had an inground pool behind the stone walls of her lovely garden.I had taken full advantage of this luxury, honing my body in daily fifty lap sprints. In a few weeks, I had already dropped a dress size, my light skin bronzed, and my dishwater blonde hair bleached platinum. I enjoyed watching the muscles ripple under the tawny skin of my newly minted 5' 2" frame. The feel of my 'six-pack' abdominal muscles as I grazed my hand over my belly was a new thrill.I apparently wasn't.