He was a naturally stocky guy of average height and biking, along with trips to the squat rack, helped keep his muscular ass from getting sloppy now t...at he was in his early forties.He pulled off the polo shirt that he had worn to church with his wife and teenage kids then pulled off the khaki pants and tight briefs underneath. There would be no room for those underneath his chosen biking ensemble. Naked except for a pair of socks he walked over to the dresser that he shared with his wife and. She’d while away even hours with a bottle of wine and a pack of cigarettes. This lasted an even shorter time than the sex chat rooms. After all, the cigarettes made her mouth taste really foul, and the wine gave her a headache in the mornings. When she had no answer for the obvious question of ‘Is this worth it’, she simply gave both of them up. She had her period of spectacular, and continuous house cleaning. For a while, it was her nightly passion, cleaning, straightening, making everything. Before mounting me, Lloyd kept me on tenterhooks with his rigid fingers. They slipped in and out of my arsehole with ease, as they lubed up my inner sanctum.'I'm gonna sweat you, boy,' said the burly black man. 'I'm gonna nail you to the spot with my coal-black cock. And then I'm gonna turn you into an addict, boy, an addict for black cock.'The man was way out of date - I had been addicted to black cock the moment I saw Jerome's lusty stem. Having two such lengths in my life was simply the. Her hand slipped beneath her t shirt, she wore no bra, she had large breasts which didn't need the extra support, her cold fingers found her tight bud and rolled it between them, playing with the erect nub making it harder so it strained for more attention which she willingly gave it, her other hand drifted downwards, under the waistband of her jeans and gently pushed aside her lace panties, her cold fingers left an icy trail which felt delicious in contrast to the heat she was feeling inside,.