I don't know maybe I'm just jealous. Sorry aboutthat little outburst.Back to Mondays. Todd and I were swamped, I mean I must havesucked 50 gallons of ...um and 10 miles of dick (enjoyed everyinch). Todd did about half of that but he had to fill up a fewasses with his monster meat. Come about 4 pm things slowed downas they always do on Monday. If the game is on, we would have a nice quiet night. Todd andI went out to get a bite to eat. We weren't the best of friendsbut we got along OK. I had a. It was a Friday night and our parents were out at a dinner dance at the Country Club. I was in my room playing a role playing game. At 10PM I went to the family room and there was hottie Clair grounded and slightly drunk. Clair had been drinking dad’s Bourbon from the bar.“Tod, Tod!” she laughed.I sensed trouble, Clair was going to humiliate me yet again. Clair came up to me and hugged me. At first I just stood there and she gave me a drunken bear hug.“I love you Tod.”My first thought was that. Ana stood up and lay back on our bed. Her legs fell apart and her smooth shaved pussy looked puffy, sort of like it just had sex. I saw now clearly that her pussy lips again were shining and wet…Carl took his cock in his hand and guided it into my wife's pussy. Her legs immediately wrapped around him and her ankles locked. He pumped Ana’s pussy hard for what seemed like twenty minutes. He rolled them over so she was straddling his lap, fully impaled onto this hard piece of black meat. Carl. And now... dammit, Angique, what have you done to me? Where is my life?The footsteps must have been behind her for a while. Leather soles, male strides. She looked over her shoulder. The figure was a silhouette against the dark, but she recognized it. He was a guy from the club, a coloured guy. What was his name? Dick? Derek. Pretty well built, with a well-toned body. Not at all the body builder type, though.His sweet tenor voice greeted her. She walked slower to let him get alongside her. She.