Attempted attacks ... on yourselves.”“Thank you, Jonny.” I spoke quietly. “I cannot see what else you could have done.”“Mister Schraeder. ...ir,” Sally broke in from her place next to my knee. “They would not have given up. Even had they been consigned to prison, they would have had contacts outside who would have pursued us.”“True, Sally. Thank you.” He sighed again, took a deep breath and smiled. “But now, we have the question of two young ladies...”“No question, I think,” I stated. “Yelka,. After being out for quite a few hours and drunk I flagged down a cab around 2:30am, As i arrived home I walked up the driveway toward the front door, with the blinds slightly open and the kitchen light on providing enough light to just see in, I peered in and what I saw got me harder than I ever been in my life, I look in to see my wife getting absolutely destroyed by a guy who literally looked like a god, 6ft tall ripped and as muscley as a model, he had my wife bent over in nothing but high. Well, no good reason. The reason is not his suck-ass jump-shots and lay-ups, the reason is his girlfriend.I didn't even like her when I first met her. I'm for the athletic look, or barring that someone who at least has a nice big pair of hoots. Connie isn't like that, not at all; she is at most a B-cup, and what my dad used to call "pleasantly plump". I wouldn't call her fat, though. Certainly not anymore.She's perfect.I don't know why my opinion of her changed; she went from "huh, nothing. I longed to get my lips around the big black cock that was blocking much of my view of the fucking that was happening just above it, but I needed both hands for that, and I didn’t want to abandon my own cunt. I squirmed away from the fuck scene for a few moments, quickly retrieved her double dildo, and lay down again between Cara’s legs. Another drop of thick smelly cream dripped from the wet cunt above me, streamed around and off the interceding black prick and fell into my open mouth, and I.