“Oui,” I shuddered, surrendering to my cravings, yearning for more as it stepped closer, the other two tentacles breaking the surface, its serpent...ne braids coming to life and framing its face like a writhing nest of vipers as it smiled, once again showing off a mouthful of pointed teeth.“It has been too long,” it whispered, its smooth voice quivering with need as great as mine. “Too long.”“Yes,” I hissed in reply as I felt the flattened digits brush against my swollen labia, forcing the breath. For him it was easy, he felt nothing except impatience, as he waited for the seeming endless service to be over. Him and the old man had fought over everything from the weather to when it was time to plow. It seemed there was never anything he could do that pleased the sanctimonious old son of a bitch; so he wasn't going to shed crocodile tears now that he finally died.His wife explained about Pa's favorite spot and why he went there to die. The thing was, the old man was dead and there were. They were right. Everything in the apartment reminded me of him. The kitchen counter where he would scoop his hands under my curvy ass with no issue to lift me up. How he would pull my legs apart so he could lick my already wet pussy until I begged him to stop. I could still feel his tongue as he found every corner of my womanhood, how I would moan loudly whenever he would focus his talents on my clit. The shower in the bathroom where we would fuck endlessly, especially after a night out of me. I applied soap on Anglo’s muscular body. After applying the soap all over his body, I touched his magnificent organ, gently soaped it and washed off the soap. His big, black, extra ordinarily long and thick cock was raging like a tiger. After giving washing pleasure to his black cock, I took charge of my husband's comparatively fair cock and washed it as I am doing it regularly at the time of taking bath together.Now both the men, my husband and Angelo, started cleaning and bathing me. I was.