“Yes, fuck me harder you bastard. Oh its so good…” she panted. She looked over at her husband and said, “Look at how he’s fucking me, that�...s how I like it. Go on, fuck my cunt, make me come,” she was grunting and panting as I fucked her harder and harder. Her pussy was making sucking sounds as it got wetter from the onslaught.Then she was coming like mad, bucking her hips up to meet my trusts and crying out “Yes I’m coming, Oh he’s making me come.”When it looked like she was finished I pulled. 5 cm (4.5 inches)I am the same height as Oscar but much trimmer at 79 kilograms (175 lbs) because of my sailing and better diet. Maybe getting more sex helps too. My equipment measures 19cm (7.5 inches) long and 6 cm (2.5 inches) wide just behind the head which is not covered with a foreskin, unlike Oscar’s.This revelation from my friend didn’t surprise me at all. My first hint that Irene was changing happened on a recent sailing outing. It was a warm day so we’d anchored and gone swimming.. “Uh, no. First, I’m not lying to my husband – not for you, not for anyone.” I’d seen where that led, and I wasn’t doing it again. “And second ... I am, actually, really glad you’re here.” I cleared my throat. “Look, I know what it’s like,” I took a breath and blinked away the sudden tears that threatened, “not to know where you came from. I wouldn’t want Alistair to lose the opportunity to meet you, no matter how awkward it will be.”The look on her face was agonizing, a combination of fear,. I stood a little closer so I could watch the proceedings better. Two sturdy poles were planted into the dry African soil, a few meters apart. Spanning the length between these poles another one has been fastened. It was higher than a mans reach and had a pulley-system attached. There were hooks fastened to this crossbeam – large, shiny, sharp hooks and I wondered if she knew what they were for. This was the butchery. This was where the hunters prey were going to be slaughtered. Come, hang it up.