This urged me on so I bit her bottom lip softly and slowly run my right hand down her body and slide past her navel, along her hip and down her thigh,...and then back up to the top brim of her bottom and slowly slide my fingers down and…BBBRRRRR….BRRRRRRR……BRRRRRRRR…. MY FUCKING ALARM GOES OFF!!! I instantly start to feel like shit at the realization that it wasn’t real and only a dream. I just sit in my bed and think about how realistic it wall was how euphoric it all felt, then I realized I was. " No Fred, let me do it. I'll give her a shoulder to cry on and try to ease her mind about having to face you." Ann, if the story you told me is true she doesn't have to worry about me." You and I know that Fred, she doesn't."Bess spent three days crying and begging me for forgiveness and I must have told her fifty times that I did. Eventually she accepted my assertions that I forgave her and that I wanted to forget that it ever happened. I couldn't of course, there was no way I could ever. With my cock upright and my balls ready to burst, I awaited the magnificent. And waited. And waited. Cautiously I took off the hat. The room had darkened considerably since I had come in. She was nowhere to be seen. I got up from the chair, and stepped into a puddle of which I can only guess. But she had gone. She had soundlessly disappeared. By this stage my dick had already become limp. I started to grab my clothes, stepping over the puddle by the foot of the chair. I grabbed something. Brutus bucked and thrust, the bed-boards smacking against the wall.And then, as his twelve inch slid straight in for the last time he suddenly volcanoed his Black seed juices deep inside her married English womb. He seemed to cum for ages, but it was a good 2 minutes of just holding her steady and letting his African baby batter seep and stew inside her. He held her firmly in position and didn’t let her move for a good 2 minutes keeping his hard on almost perfectly steady. They he slipped one.