The clothes she was wearing were still pretty filthy, so Brad offered to wash them for her. Annie was so grateful for his kindness, but apprehensive ...ecause she had nothing to wear while the clothes were being washed. Brad handed her a robe and she giggled into the next room to change.Soon after, the laundry was in the dryer and the pizza had arrived. Annie was onto her 3rd beer and was starting to feel pretty good. As they ate Brad asked, "do you smoke weed?" and Annie thought to herself. She reached to turn on the closet light but I had put in a plug adapter into the socket, so I could connect the lamp on the floor. I often looked at my books in there. When the light came on I saw that she wasn’t wearing her usual thick robe. Instead she had a skimpy night gown. She didn’t have any underwear at all. She was on all knees, thinking that what had fallen was something that she would have to get on her knees to search for. When she discovered that it was a dirty book. She sat on her. He knew other experienced bulls who got by on size alone but he knew how to please a woman. The key was reading her body language and a dozen years fucking horny white wives had given him a wealth of knowledge to rely on. He had fucked his first married white woman when he was just nineteen. It was when he was still an electrician's apprentice and his boss and he both took turns fucking their horned up forty year old client. She'd insisted that they both cum inside her so she could show her. Strange small talk coming from all these guys, no one knew what to do next. One of the guys reached over and took the towel I was holding from me and tossed it to his friends – kind of like he wanted to play keep away with it – I was having none of that. Now I was naked and had all these naked guys standing around me, they seemed to be moving closer with each second. I looked over at my husband and saw that evil grin he gets when he knows I’m going to have some fun, The guys were now.