He had left, after filling my sweet wife’s womb with his powerful black seed; but Anita was still horny; she wanted even more and more cock.So, I wa... getting sloppy seconds and cleaning up as I usually did it.I continued pumping her slippery cu, filled cunt from behind, while staring at her brand new tattoo on her hips. It was a very little Queen of Spades, the symbol indicating my sensual wife preferred to be fucked by black cocks…The idea of my wife fucking a black monster cock in front of me. Maybe the shoulders drop minutely, the eyes lose a fractionof brightness, and you self consciously check a nail. As fast as it cameits gone, chest out, shoulders back, eyes at max penetration and you'reaway, swaying your way around the apartment in gloriously feminineheaven, appreciating each tight small step.Pouring a glass of wine you glide, so much practice has helped youprogress from tottering, toward the window. Looking out you see thepeople below, in shops and bars, getting off buses and. Just being able to run and not have to stop after fifty yards was good. I'd forgotten what it was like, and it was nice to get back to it. It wasn't "soccer" here, it was "football"; real football they called "gridiron". In school the History teacher said the first people on Waller were a shipload of Brits, so people use a mix of British and American English –- like 'float' for the electric delivery trucks. Gets confusing sometimes, a "barbie" isn't a doll, it's a barbecue!I could do some basic. " Arthur was eating a pork pie when they returned."Best check for crumbs I had a close look when you was away."Josie once again inserted her whole hand in Mrs Cleghorn's cunt gripping the brass egg firmly as George gently moved the threading tool clockwise then back anticlockwise then clockwise once more creating the thread. Finally he announced it was done.George selected a rod with a threaded end and a T handle on the other end and screwed it carefully into the brass egg and pulled."Aaaagghh".