He'd fucked his wife, or some other whore, before getting in touch with me. With his good looks, beautiful cock and insatiable libido he had a stable ...f willing mouths and holes at the ready. I had to admit I was jealous of his other conquests, often wishing I was his only lover.Not that I was exactly chaste myself. No, I took cock whenever and from whoever I could. 90 minutes before I got Glenn's text I was on my back, in the bed of a pick-up truck behind my favorite ABS, getting my ass. It had been a frantic but exhilarating time, organising all the wedding preparations as well as selling my house and Drew’s flats in Montague Street. And all the hard work had definitely been worth it, everything falling into place just in time for what everyone later told me was a wonderful wedding, a small but perfectly formed affair. Just fifty members of our close family and friends helped us celebrate, with Drew, his best man Iain, his father and my father wearing grey morning suits. Marco. If fake BBC made me feel so good, what would the real thing be like? It's something that was always on the back of my mind. I was beginning to get real good at sucking on them too. After a lot of practice, I was close to deep-throating these massive black cocks. Dave would ask me if I think I could handle the real thing and I would always answer that I don't know, but would love to try! This always sent us to climax after climax. One thing that really helped me in all this was the use of some. " Well, that explains a lot. Why she didn't know there could be so much cum, and why she didn't even know what a foot fetish was. "Oh, I understand..." I slowly looked down at her vagina, and then back up to her eyes. "Hey, Heather...?"She smirked. "If you're going to ask, I'm not a virgin." She said, waiting for a confirmation. She must have been telepathic, because that's what I was thinking. "Oh, I see," I said. I motioned for her to move over to the common area. Oh, yeah, our band room has.