She clutched me and shoved her pussy up, "NO!"I laughed as I buried my cock again, "in and out fuck girl."She wiggled and grinned, "I forgot."I kissed...her again and pulled back and sank my cock back into her. A couple of minutes and she was thrusting up and shaking while her now slippery pussy kept clenching. I suddenly fucked her hard and deep and she stiffened and then went wild, "YES!"She was bucking and thrashing and twisting as her pussy constantly tightened and squeezed. I fucked her hard. But, because of my job I am very busy which helps keep my weight from ballooning. I married my high school sweetheart and yeah, I would agree that was probably the biggest mistake I ever made. If only I still didnt love the bitch. My wife Ann, formerly Ann Patricia Pryell, also of Suffolk County, Virginia, wasnt a cheerleader or homecoming queen. She was an athlete like me, short, compact and a fireball. Volleyball was her sport of choice. I mouthed off to her once during our Senior Year about. I looked, and he wasn't even halfway in. The sight was unbelievable. That huge black dong lodged in my wife's tiny white pussy-- her pussy that was so tight, even for me, with my average white dick. His cock on the other hand, was positively stretching her to the max, her lips gripping his dark meat tightly. He pulled it back out to the tip, and she gasped, and then after just a moment, he pushed back into her pussy, f*rcing in 2/3rds of his member now. She let her legs open wider, and softly. I went outside and fetched it for him. I enquired about him and that’s when I got to know that he is a servant on the house just above mine, and that to a full time one.His strong manly built and big arms were my primary focal attention, and don’t know why, but every alternate second I kept looking at them, which was liable to get noticed and he did notice that thing. For the moment, he didn’t respond anything and went to his place. Next day in the morning, I met him again while going down the.