I was dying to taste my wife’s hot pussy so I buried my face between her legs and could smell and taste her juices. Ali took the queue moved towards ...er head and put his cock back into her mouth. My wife was now getting her pussy eaten by me and sucking on Ali’s huge cock. I was sliding my tongue in and out of her pussy and each time I would bring out more of her juices and drink them down. I have seen and felt my wife get wet in the past but never like this. It was almost as if her juices were. I knew Abby enjoyed treating me as a slut, but I also knew she expected me to take some pride in my appearance. My classes ended at 12:30 on Fridays, so I’d have to makes sure everything was ready to go when I got home. I’d have just enough time to hurry home, dress, and catch the bus to the University where Professor Vandermeer taught. I managed to grab a sandwich and a soda on the way out, but showering was out of the question, despite that I was in desperate need of one; thinking about what. This was exactly the publicity Goldwing wanted. The hostesses standingin front of the world's most classy airplane, looking gorgeous, sexy andprovocative. There were no male flight attendants nor the hostessesfrom 'cattle class' in the lineup, only the scantily clad hosties fromfirst class and the flight deck crew, who no one rally cared aboutreally. All eyes were on the hosties.Megan made them stand like that for what seemed like an eternity,smiling like Stepford Wives, providing a. Now, I wanted it. I wanted that pink-tipped black dick inside me. I wanted it bad. Very bad.I felt him thrust harder until I felt like my hole was being ripped in two. The pain was mind- numbing as he slipped in about an inch. I had immediate second thought. He held me tight, and then slowly worked the rest in until I could feel his pubic hair on my ass. I froze, in pain, but also in total lust. He was inside me, and I could feel him throb in my ass. He slowly moved out, then in, until the burn.