” The poor fellow on his knees continued to struggle and began turning blue but still Morgan refused to release him from her grasp.“He can’t bre...the,” Jason pleaded with her.“Fine, I’m done anyway,” Morgan replied casually as she finally pushed the choking boy off of her. He felt back to the ground, taking ragged breaths, his face a ruin of tears, saliva and cum, his color slowly returning to normal.“It’s a good thing you’re here,” Morgan laughed, “this one’s all used up. I only put three loads. ' I tried to snatch my hands away from his only to have Bruce quickly slam me against the wall and grind his body into mine all the while trying to kiss me. I kept twisting my face away from his until he finally started to kiss/suck my neck, I tried to hold my head against my shoulder but Bruce said to me '...kiss me or I'll put a big hickey on your neck and tell everybody we did that while fucking...' Trembling in humiliation, I slowly turned my face to his. Bruce wasted no time in dragging. Just those five words were what my wife had told me when I confronted her about seeing her chatting with the very same young black man we'd both seen visiting the young white married couple across the street from us. I'd come into the house from the back door, and then noticed that she was across the street talking with the young white couple, and the same young black guy who had obviously fathered their baby. But what surprised me the most was how friendly and smiling my wife was around them.. God what I wouldnt give to be able to bury my face in those big beautiful mammaries... mmmm... heaven it would be... As I continued to watch, I found myself undoing my pants and then slipping my hand inside my boxers and releasing my 8 inch cock while watching her. As I oggled her big titties I imagined that was my cock sliding between them... slowly pushing them together and sliding my cock in and out between those nice firm titties.As I thought about her and continued to watch, I pictured her.