”“Oh yeah, right, now you think I’m the one who needs coffee. You’re not exactly miss sober face, you know. You were putting it away too. Five...martinis! I know what you want, so come here now!”“Fuck no! I’m not as drunk as you think. So shut the fuck up.”“Come on over here and sit on my cock. You know how you like to ride this cock. Look! I’ll take it out so you can see how big and hard it is for you.”“You think all you have to do is dangle that cock in front of my eyes and I’ll come. There was another disturbing detail in this picture. The black man was standing beside Mary equally naked. His lips had Mary's lipstick smeared on them too, and his arm was around her waist. Mary held the man by his cock, her left hand wrapped around a very large, very erect, very black cock. John could clearly see the wedding ring he first placed on his wife’s left hand many years ago. The email had one last photograph attached; it didn't seem to make much sense to John. It was just a picture. Down beyond her gag reflex without actually gagging her ability was awesome. Sensing my enjoyment and hearing a couple of low moans Abby then started to lick the shaft, working her way down to my balls. Sucking each ball in turn, her little hand worked its way so softly on my shaft and cockhead, pulling my foreskin back and forth. Again she took my glans into her mouth and massaged my balls. Eventually she spoke,“I love a man who shaves”. Abby then went back to sucking and wanking my cock but. If freaky sex is what you need, you better sleep here.” I rose, kissed her forehead and said, “You know the answer.”We had sex under the shower. Nothing freaky but we made love. Yeah, we sucked each other in the bathroom too. But it felt different. We fucked passionately. I came inside her (Of course with a condom on) and we had a nice long bath. We came out and dressed. Clock crossed 12.She suddenly kissed my lips and said, “Happy birthday my love.” I was a little sleepy at that time but yeah.