I could feel their balls slapping my nose and eyes as they fucked my throat like it was a cunt. When one was close to cumming he would pull out and ...he next guy would slam his black cock into my throat. I knew their loads were just going to keep building with this routine.They moved me into various positions throughout the house and kept their cocks and balls in my mouth. I heard one man ask , " are you ready to eat some nigger cum faggot?" They took me back to the bedroom and laid me on my. . she'd liked that, too.That made her think of what it might be like if some other man saw her that way and that thought left her cold. She wasn't interested in just any man seeing her - only Bob. And that reminded her of the words she'd whispered in the night. She pulled her shirt over her head and began raking fingers through her hair to get the big tangles out. She knew something had changed about the way she thought about Bob, but she couldn't quite understand what that was. She'd always. I hadn't even thought about a gift. Probably Weena had. We'd have to shop this weekend. What was it, oh, yes. She'd take the whole of next week off to compensate for the two doubles on this past weekend. Not next week. The week of March 21st to 25th. I guess we'd drive south with her dad, looking at places to live. Weena'd sent him the stuff she'd picked up in Bunbury.I picked up the phone and called Chaz."Eyre." Hey, Chaz. Gordy. How's it going in Floreat?" Not bad here. Michiko feels like a. Your groans had attested to how little you cared about what they saw at that point, and then she'd climbed into your lap, pulled aside her panties and proceeded to engulf your saliva-slick shaft in her blazing hot vagina, bouncing her tits in your delighted face as she rode you to mutual, earth-shattering orgasm.You shake yourself back to the present. All that was in the past, now. After years of dating and then living together, you'd asked her to marry you last spring. She'd agreed and they'd.