I admitted that I have been sitting here sometimes, but not that often. We shared the champagne and kissed. The scene showed some rough anal sex, and ...he said, well don’t ever try that on me, ´cause I don’t like it.I fingered her, and was trying to seduce here there, but she was not easy handled. She said no not my tits out, not here, and no don’t touch me down there now. After 10 minutes I had to go to the toilet, so I filled her glass and said that I would be there in 3. Coming back I saw two. “Your pussy is so wet, babe; it is begging for my black cock.” He whispered into my ear“Then let me have it. Please, Byron, fuck me, fuck me hard.” I moaned desperately.He wrapped my body and began driving forward steady without stopping until I saw the entire length of his monster black cock vanish into me. It caused my body to tremble; then threw my head backwards into the back rest. He showed me how hard and fast he was capable of fucking me then, showing off his physical power over me, much. Being 185 centimetres tall, he carried his 88 kilograms very nicely, with a well developed chest from his exercise regime, no gut and a full head of fair hair kept fairly short. He reckoned that he could easily get away with being thought of as only 40 years old.He remembered several of his female friends assuring him, after his wife left him, that he was a handsome man and should be out dating. Although he, modestly, thought they were only being kind, he was more than happy with the reflection. Despising them, even. I have noticed myself becoming hateful and bitter. I hate that I was not good enough to deserve his love and have found myself sitting and wondering what was wrong with me. He has turned me into a person that I am not and I can slowly feel more and more of myself slipping away. Still, I pathetically dream of him and the life I so desperately wish to live with him and only him. I think of a life full of unconditional love and happiness. I wish to come home to a house full.