“Alene?” Naida mumbled, “I want to ask you something and I need to hear the truth.”“Sure,” Alene exclaimed, “what is it?”“Can you re...ember what our lives looked like a year and a half ago?” Nadia started to reminisce, “I was looking for a big cock and you looked for a job?” she sighed.“We both found what we were looking for,” Alene said waving her cock, “I don’t think you ever had anyone bigger than me.”Nadia face beamed seriousness, “I miss those days.”“What are you saying, Nadia? Are you. She sounded a bit nervous. "I'll follow your lead."Sam gave Gina's hand a squeeze. "It'll be fine," he said, once again feeling a sensation of inner confidence. "Trust me."Roberto diCosta was in his fifties, but he remained very fit. He was a big man with graying hair and a booming voice. He kissed his daughter vigorously on the cheek, wrung Sam's hand and clapped him on the shoulder with enough force to knock down an ox. Since this was his usual greeting, Sam took no notice of it, other than. While I was ruminating my sorrows, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I looked at it and my heart rate must have doubled in that instant. It was a phone call from Addie!I stared at her name on the phone before it clicked in my brain that I needed to press the little green spot. “Honey,” I excitedly said into the phone.Nothing. Then after what seemed like an eternity of ‘nothingness’ and my ‘hellos’, there was something. It wasn’t exactly my wife breathlessly telling me how much she loved and missed. My favourite was the one of her sitting back on her haunches with her mouth wrapped around the end of a thick dildo, the shaft emerging from her lips in a most dissolute manner.Olivia settled into an armchair with her legs hooked over the arms, blatantly exposing her sex. Gemma crawled over and impaled her with the plastic phallus, driving the shaft in and out of the girl's pussy. I picked up the camera and captured the scene for posterity."Why don't you join in?" Gemma asked. "I don't believe.