.. Yes... Fuck me... FUCK ME... FUCK!" Now it was working. Now it was good. I was so hard. So damned hard. She made me this way. I loved being the man...she always came back to. The one she always secretly wanted and needed. Lusted for. She was all mine and she knew it. I kept ramming into her ass and she kept screaming out my name, begging for more. Every hole. She loved it in every hole she could give me. Today was the ass. I was holding her tightly as I thrust forward and fucked her deep and. I usually grill some hot dogs on Saturday, but thought I’d probably have my fill at Rosalie’s family cook-out. I had peanut butter and jelly instead.I had thought that I might miss Sheila, but I missed Rosalie instead. One date and she’d made quite an impression. I couldn’t wait to see her again. I had a hot date that night with Rosy Palm, the same source of relief I used last night while I imagined making love with Rosalie.She had given me her address and phone number in case I got lost. . She got my kissed my lips and sat on my dick, balanced herself and with one push my entire length was inside her. She was tight but not hard to penetrate. She shouted when i took the whole lenght inside her. Now while we were kissing she started slow movements and in no time we were in action. her big boobs were bouncing liek black balls and hittting my face. She kissed me often and her screams were louder. i am cumming,,,ohh i am cumming. Sheela aunty screamed and there her pussy lips were. The men announced the food was ready, and the three groups started to mingle. Sarah pulled her husband aside and asked him what Peter was like. She had hardly any time to talk to him since the guests had arrived.“Total asshole,” Jeff whispered to her. “I don’t think I’ve ever seen such an arrogant, homophobic, sexist, bigot.”“She’s not much better. But later on, I’ve got to tell you about Ella and John.”The rest of the evening was uneventful. Dinner conversation was staid, with no surprises..