After a moment, you get your bearings: you’re sleeping on your friend Niall’s couch. You’re not homeless—well, technically you are, but it’s...only temporary and not your fault. Four years ago, you moved in with your girlfriend April. Four days ago, she kicked you out. Niall said you were welcome to sleep in his home office until you could settle on an apartment, and you were happy to take him up on the offer.The sound you heard is your cell phone going off; it’s clearly somewhere in the room,. I responded to her question/plea by reaching out and taking his cock in my hand, giving it a stroke or two to insure it was hard enough for her. I then lined it up with her pussy and pulled him closer, rubbing the head around her lips. It was my way of telling her it was ok. She tensed again, biting her lip. I pulled him closer so the head was now rubbing just inside her opening. “Fuck her”, I said, looking him in the eyes and releasing his cock. I watched as he slid his length into her,. I purchased a large tub of Vaseline and was set to prepare myself. At the age I was I had no idea about dildos or vibrators, even if they existed then, which I doubt. To me with my practical leanings the obvious answer was to make something myself.For months I used my home made cocks on myself and quickly discovered that they made wanking far more enjoyable, in fact I found that I could cum, hands free.I also worked out that the best way to dispose of all this spunk was to drink it, so I. I couldnt stop it even if i would have remembered not asking my wife permission to cum . and my wife told me if i made her mad she would take it out on my asshole. not my butt ……my asshole ! i was shaking as my wife began to speak. get up and get upstairs and clean that black boys cum off of you . put on something sexy. i hated when she says that because then no matter what i put on she will find something wrong and get even madder.. i thought for a minute about what she likes. she loves lace.