I suck more of you into my mouth, moaning when you grab my head, and push me down. You want to fuck my mouth, and I take all of you into my mouth, gag...ing slightly as you touch the back of my throat.You pull my head up off you, before pushing me down again. I let your hand guide me, and I use my hand to stroke your balls softly. I use the other to quickly unclip my bra and slide my panties down my thighs. You moan and thrust hard into my mouth twice before pulling my head up. You kiss me fully. That was when Bill decided to turn up the house stereo. She remembers a Santana album being played, and that the first black athlete used the song rhythms deep inside her. Bill had the sound set loud enough to mask all the action in that back room where my wife was.His 8 inch fat cock was attached to a 220 pound 6 foot frame. And what turned out to be the theme of the evening = “fit athletes fucking a fit athlete”. Remember, the guys had seen my wife on campus, and at the strip club. They knew. ..” I coughed twice, sending waves of pain all over my body. “I think so,” I managed.“Come on, then. We have to get out of here before the cops show up.”“Why?” I blinked a couple of times and straightened my spine to sit upright on my backside. Two feet away, a person knelt in front of me. It was late fall, so the evenings were chilly. The person had no coat, and was dressed in a much-too-large plaid shirt, jeans so filthy I couldn’t tell if their original color, and battered sneakers. An open. She lathered me up and clean shaved my leg. I felt it and said that feels nice, can you do the other leg. She smiled and said maybe later, roll over and let me give you your injection. When I woke back up I was in recovery. They wheeled me up to my room where a nurse was waiting to help me onto the room bed. She said I could have anything to eat, as long as it was soup. I must have dozed back off for it was night when I opened my eyes. I buzzed for a nurse to bring me something to drink. She.