Oh my God. Oh. Ohhhh. Fuck..."Ed was now fucking Candy fast and was close to blowing. However, he withdrew his cock and asked Martha to get some lubri...ant and rub it on Candy's arsehole. Martha was taking her time preparing Candy's arse, sticking two of her fingers in and moving them around. "Hmm. This should feel nice. I'm a bit jealous it's not me," Martha said, as Candy's bottom squirmed in anticipation.Martha got underneath Candy again and started to lick and fondle her. Ed slowly worked. I walk in the front door, and there you are stood in the hallway in my jeans and that shirt I love, snug and hugging your curves, and you've got that smile. I know that smile, and I know the reason why. You call out a name, and the 'why' steps into the hall looking sexier than his photos. We picked a stunner. I look him up and down, and back up again. The smile on his face says yes and we both move towards you.I kiss you first and we both tingle knowing what is to come, and we turn our. But this could easily be someone else's reality.When I was playing college baseball during my senior season, I was in the middle of my worst hitting slump ever. I had just gone 0-5 with 3 strikeouts, and even worse, I grounded into a game ending triple play in the bottom of the 9th with the team down 2 runs to secure our 10th straight loss. (Anyone that knows baseball knows how rare it is to hit into a triple play at all, let alone one that ends the game.) Our season was falling apart and we. There was nothing anybody could do, so I resolved myself to the fact that I would just have to do the time, and make the best of it. Part of me hoped just to be left alone, and a wilder part of me hoped maybe I might wind up being someone's bitch. I wound up being the bitch of 5 black men, who used me daily. Oddly enough though, my first taste of the black cock that I loved so much, was not another inmate, it was one of the guards. About a week after I was locked up, I got my first taste of.