I will tell it as if it is happening. My husband and I had been fantasizing for a long time, he had fantasized about me actually fucking a black man, ...r an older man without a condom on, and letting him dump his baby seed deep into my pussy, and making a cream pie in me. Being raised to be Chaste, this idea, although making me horny at times, was something I was not ready to do for real in the least bit, although it did turn me on a bit, and honestly I don’t know that my husband would allow it. "What's happenin' Fred?" Hey George, long time no see. How's it hangin'?" Not bad. Hey, I just wanted to drop by and tell you how sorry me and Marge are about the divorce and all. It's a damn shame what that woman did to you." Ah, don't sweat it George, it ain't that bad. I got to keep my truck and my tools, that's all that really mattered." What about the house, if you don't mind me askin'?" Yeah, I got that too. It belonged to my folks and I inherited that before I got stupid and married that. ‘Yeah,’ the older man said to the three-year-old. ‘I wasn’t talking to him…’ Chris poured the tea and taking two cups headed for the upstairs sitting room, knowing already that Cathy wasn’t in the ground floor one or the conservatory — but she didn’t seem to on the first floor at all. He walked up to the girls room and found them in a world populated by dolls while Robert bing’ed away on his games console in his room. Finally he knocked on her locked bedroom door and heard nothing. Perhaps she. He returned to me and started kissing me gently but with great passion and pulled off both of our bathing suits. He ran his hands all over my body, almost, but never really touching me. I could feel the heat of his hands and the crazy need for him to actually touch me. Everywhere his hands passed my skin covered in goose bumps. This exquisite torture lasted so long; to me it seemed like hours. I was so wet and aroused, so much in need, my eyes glazed over, and my sighs filling the air. I.