She stopped and said that I was supposed to find a good cock for my slut wife and she would fuck him in front of me. Later that night, we had the best...sex ever, on our stairs. The next day I thought about it, if I really wanted to see my wife get fucked by another man. It took me a minute to be sure with the answer. I went to work with a plane to find a good cock to fuck my wife. After work I decided to go to the nearest shop, and wait for the perfect man. I waited there, watching at customers. I thought about stopping him and running out of the place but I couldnt. He reached up to feel my breast and just by instinct and passion, I reached down to run my hand up and down his stiff cock through the outside of his basketball shorts. There was no turning back now I thought. He stopped, grabbed a hold of my hand and led me down the dimly lit hall and into the room with the weight machines. I wobbled on my high heels across the floor and he took me over in front of the mirror There was a. Therefore, I stayed at home and helped my father with the household chores. During my free time, I would sit beside him and admire his works of art. At the age of 19, a civil war broke out in my country. Life was harsh but we managed to scrape a living. On a Sunday morning, I got woken up when I heard people screaming along the road we lived on. I looked out of the window and saw a company of soldier bashing down our neighbour’s front doors and raided their things. Quickly, I woke my dad up. "Cody unlocked the deadbolt and yanked the door open."Yeah?" Are you Cody Elias?" Uh-huh," his voice softened, "that's me."It softened, because before him stood a woman in a black silk pantsuitwith legs that stretched forever down to black high-heeled pumps. Oncehis eyes made that trip, they roamed back up again, to an oval shapedface framed by hair so lustrous black, it reflected the morning sun.Her skin was moon white, accentuating lips red and soft; Cody ached tosketch them."Is this a bad.