“Maker,” he cursed. “Are you-”“Yes, I’m sure!” And then I moaned long and low as he filled me in one, firm motion. He felt amazing, and ... found myself babbling in appreciation, urging him on, describing how big he felt, how perfect. He paused to allow me to adjust, and I nearly cried in frustration. “Alistair, please!”He chuckled lowly, then pulled out and thrust back in, leaning down to capture my pleased gasp in his mouth. I kissed him back with abandon, urging him on with my heels and hands,. .. Ronnie said my sexy wife could pick out a black man to have a private party in the bar after closing. Just then Ana came back.She had her skirt back and only a couple of buttons on her blouse.Ronnie chatted with Ana as he played with my wife’s nipples.I had a talk with the six remaining black guys and they all told me they wanted to fuck my sweet sensual wife.I told them someone would be lucky that night... Ronnie them looked at me and announced the bar was closing; so it was time to leave. For me. And as the limbs started to emerge from the blackness and the shape within started to emerge, I began to scream and scream and-I jerked awake, gasping heavily.I was sitting on a small bedroll that was nestled up against a dead tree, its corpse completely wrapped by red vines. Red vines twined and twisted around one another, covering the earthly vegitation that had once called this place home. The air smelled acrid and vicious, and I could hear the faint sounds of conversation from. She did, and instantly her nipples were showing through her top.“Are you turned on by me right now?”“Yes”“Then pull your panties to the side, insert your finger in your pussy and then let me suck your juices off your finger.”She scooted her ass just a little on the loveseat freeing up her shorts and inserted her finger. I could hear her juices as she inserted her finger. Her nipples were in plain view popping through her shirt and her breaths were heavy.“Is your finger wet?”“Yes” she.