It sends me over the edge when you say those things to me. I become absorbed in the wet slapping sound of your cock working in and out of my tight cun... and the way the headboard rattles against the wall. The neighbors will be mad again tomorrow, but neither of us ever care, do we? I want your cock again just like that, just like on winters when you’re too tired to think things through and you look at me with each thrust, staring into those big, brown eyes I know you love so much. You fuck me. I also had learned to not wear thebra up too high, but to keep the cups at a place where it lookedlike a young girl's breasts were supposed to be.My hair was now grown out into a thick blonde "shag" cut, withbangs straight down on my forehead and parted down the middlewith wavy hair hanging to just a half inch above my shoulders infront, and maybe 2" past my back collar. I can remember it likeit was yesterday. All I had to do was push this dark brown suedehair-band just behind the fronts of my. His thrusts slowed and became shallower until he stopped and paused for a bit.I felt something tickle me on the ass cheek and then I heard John say, “Come over here and get a shot of this Roy. I wrote my initials on this sissy’s ass with an indelible marker so everyone knows this bitch belongs to me!” Roy just giggled and then I heard “click…click….click”.I knew I’d be hiding my ass from my wife for at least a week or two until his initials disappeared. John pulled out, slapped me on the ass. It was a from a black guy who was in our city for a couple days working and was looking for a couple to host in his hotel room. I replied and he responded immediately. We exchanged numbers and after talking to him I felt there was a good chance I was finally going to get my fantasy fulfilled. I knew my wife would need some coaxing. I told her about the guy I had found and suggested we meet him at a neutral location and see how things felt. If you're not comfortable after that we will just thank.