I feel your mouth wrap around my nipple teasing it. Flicking your tongue over it then gently blowing stimulating every nerve. Then the brush of your h...nd as it slides down my body affecting every nerve ending. You send electricity across my skin with each tender stroke. Our skin glistens as the fire catches the moisture from the effect of our love making. Running my hand down your heated flesh and sliding it across your chest, tracing that velvet path. Tentatively I slide my hand around that. I saw this black cock was still hard and ready for more. My wife offered me to go back out to the hallway as the black guy positioned onto her body again, ready to fuck her wildly.So I stood there outside; watching with the door open just a crack.Round two did not last as long, when I saw Ana tensing her back in an intense orgasm and her black lover grunting as he filled her stretched cunt again with his powerful semen.I thanked that black guy for fucking my sweet wife and we made our way back. They had every way covered, and no one was going to sneak off for some fooling around.After three weeks of this our parents stopped attending, using the time for their own adult party. Onc3e we knew they weren't going to be there, there was a huge sense of relief. Maybe that explained the smile on my face as I impaled myself on some guy's dick. Of course it could be that it just felt good. It curved to the left—ever notice how most dicks curve to the left or right?—and seemed to touch all sorts. ”Somehow, overnight, my breasts had grown another cup-size. I was no longer the B-cup that I’d been so happy with the previous morning (and extremely happy with the previous night) - I’d somehow grown two cup-sizes in two days. I’d gone from being the nice, sexual, respectable girl ... to being what Marty had called “Girl Plus”. Not a compliment, not when you knew what it meant.C-cups ... were easy. Not nearly as bad as D-cups, of course, but certainly not prudes. As someone who had been as.