When I call it a day, London won't see my arse for dust. I'll settle in the country somewhere, the Cotswolds, maybe.I showed Angela into the sitting r...om and asked what she wanted to drink. She shrugged. Well, if she couldn't be bothered, I'd decide. I opened a bottle of Chateau Lestage, a very respectable little Haut Medoc. Once she got the drink in her hand, she couldn't stop talking. It was like a dam bursting. The whole story of the last week came flooding out of her.After I had left on the. Her words make huge impact on me and start slowly stroking my cock, while she watches. "How does it feel?" She asks. "So good." I moan and start speeding up the tempo. "But do you think you could take off your shirt and let me see your boobs, it would probably help even more." She does what I ask and lets her gigantic black tits out of their prison.I start masturbating even more furiously but it still won't help. "Mommy, whenever I masturbate and fantasize about you, in my fantasize, you always. He hair and face were also a mess.Ana had been having orgasm after orgasm and she had lost track of how many cocks had abused her holes. Jerome was the last one to take my wife. He sodomized his married white bitch in front of his friends. After him, all guys dressed up and sat down to keep drinking.I helped my wife to stand up and dragged her to the shower.As she came back into the room, two guys were waiting for her to fuck a bit more. Ana stared at both cocks and she licked her red lips; but. My shift as deliverer is almost over, ok?” I said ok and he took off again. I started in on the next beer drinking a little bit faster than before. All of a sudden I was feeling like I was going to fall down. Not like a buzz just couldn’t stand. I felt an arm go around my waste and one grab my elbow. “Hey you feeling ok?” It was my beer buddy. “I think I drank my beer to fast.” “Let me get you someplace where you can sit down for a few minutes.” I let him lead me to who knows.