I watched like a zombie as this black man moved between my smallwife’s legs. He picked her legs up and settled them on hisshoulders as he positi...ned his bulbous cock at the entrance to herpussy. I watched him move one hand between her legs to hold herpussy lips apart and then slowly he began to force his monster cockinside my wife’s body. He groaned with the tightness as he pussy strained to accept hisgirth and then with half of his cock buried within her body hesuddenly thrust hard. My mind started to go in a slow motion haze. I just saw a male figure remove the rest of his clothes, approach her with one hand on his cock to guide it toward her. He pulled aside the thong and pushed his cock into her, making a final comment about how wet she was. From that moment all I could see was the blur of this guy holding her legs back and thrusting into Tessa. I was distracted mainly by the voice of Tessa, moaning, groaning, asking, begging him to fuck her more. I lost track of how. They had been disgraced by being denied a chance to fight in the horde, and so they sought honor in the only avenue they could. They circled Lutok like wolves around a buffalo, and indeed, he stood at least a foot taller than the lot of them, and outweighed each by a hundred pounds. He was still as they closed in on him, not even attempting to get into a guarded stance. I could see that the challengers were nervous. They had never faced the end of a sword before, and now they stared up at a. Breakfast solidified their uplifted mood. The pancake house was the typethat had a gift shop attached, a faux country-store that sold handmadecandy, country crafts, aprons, kitchenware, cookbooks, and reproductionvintage toys. Walt bought them all t-shirts. Phoebe rolled her eyes atthe goofiness of it all but went right along with it when Walt suggestedthat they all put them on right over what they were wearing. It was sostupid and corny that it seemed a cool thing to do.They were still wearing.