I had often thought I had a little of Jack Holiday in me. Ididn't lust after every female I saw and neither did Jack. He had onlyone true love in his ...ife and that was Lia. Helen he did, but not thefire and passion he held for his first wife. Helen was a very good wifeand he had been loyal to her, but many times when they made love heoften thought of Lia. Was it fair to Helen? No, of course not. He lovedher, but not like that girl he met at that church picnic way back when.Did I have any. The boys loved getting blown more then anything. Tom enjoyed the feeling of being in control, and I enjoyed the nonstop attention of them all. It's this constant pampering and showering of affection from the guys that makes being a blowjob girl such a wonderful and enjoyable time for the girl. They just couldn't do enough for me. Tom always took lots of pictures of me blowing him and the boys. Sometimes they would look at the pictures get excited and beg me for blowjobs. I usually had them do. Markus introduced his friend to me; they were Shawn, Dwayne and Sheldon. All guys were well muscled and huge. I imagined they would be all well hung niggers as that bastard Markus.We all sat at the bar getting some drinks. Ana was all over Markus right in front of me. A while later my sweet wife asked me if I was ready for watching her behaving like a fuck slut doll. Then she got up and told the black bunch to follow her to our room…The four black men came into the room. Markus placed me a. Slowly it came to a halt and the retreated, pulling back until I felt its head tug a bit at my opening from the inside, and a small moan escaped my lips. The plant struck up a building rhythm of moving in and out of my ass, and I found that the sensation paired well with the pleasure I was receiving from the tentacle playing with my clit. Gradually the shaft thickened and my body stretched until it was able to thrust in and out of me with ease and no small amount of pleasure. But this hadnt.