It's Tuesday night around 7:00 and Laura and I are in bed reading getting ready to go to sleep, when our doorbell rings. We look at each other with an...icipation in our eyes. I feel my cock stiffen and I know my wife is getting wet. I go downstairs, look through the peephole and see Jaymes. I open the door and am shocked to see another large black man standing next to him - he's never brought anyone with him before. We've never even discussed it.I stand in silence for a moment before Jaymes. " No I most certainly do not!" I felt my facewith anger, he stroked the top of my thigh, his stiff cock twitching as he did so, I glanced at the time, there seemed no way out, " OK one hand-job and that's it, right?" I offered him," Aw babe why not more?" he pleaded with me his hand still resting on my boob, " Your choice , take it or leave it!" He sat back in his seat seemingly resigned to accepting my limited offer.Shifting in my seat I took hold of his hard shaft in my right hand, I slowly. She wanted to dearly. Though she hadn’t visited the new middle school yet, she fell asleep with the dream that the voice had awakened in her mind’s eye. On the other end of town as Lauren was getting her phone call, Julia Lasting, an English teacher with nearly fifteen years of experience with middle school students, was up to her neck in cardboard boxes. Her six-year-old son was playing in an empty corner with a small crate of action figures. All morning she had meetings, now she had a few. Her outer lips were so blubous, they resembled a bell pepper. I was, of course, very interested in eating her out. She, it turned out was not very used to being eaten out – at least not as intently as I planned to do it. Because of the anatomy of her pussy as I just described, it was revealed that other men either did not attempt to go down on her or did so in a very tangential manner. (They didn’t get to the fruit, so to speak.) Well, this was not the first time I had the pleasure and.