”“And if you’re wrong, and we are ‘when’ we’re supposed to be, what then?” Clara asked brusquely, her tone sharp and challenging. “Wha... will happen to us if you march us down to the Middle East in search of the early Mesopotamian cultures and we only find goat herders? What then?”“Well then, we learn to raise goats,” I replied perhaps a little more flippantly than I normally would have answered her, “and we go for a swim in the Mediterranean.”That didn’t go over well. Clara glared angrily for a. How did you like the theme of these last few scenes, the cuckold genre? Erotic enough for you?”I paused, but then looked him in the eye and answered. “It’s unquestionably erotic, but to tell you the truth I thought at first that it was just another take on a very tired cliché. The black stud - white wife - weak, white cuckold thing has been done to death, after all.”He frowned. He didn’t appear upset by my honest response, more concerned, already considering what he might have done wrong or. We went to dinner. I was so nervous I could barely eat. After two glasses of wine, I was more than ready for love. John acted so innocently. Like he didn’t have a care in the world. He drove to the boardwalk. All the while I wanted to make love, he was casual. He even had me call my girlfriend. I was beginning to think that we weren’t going to make love. We met up with Melody and her boyfriend of the moment. She changed men like her underwear, sometimes she even changed the sex of her partners.. Her eyes fluttered open and closed as she began swearing as I’ve never heard her do. As her eyes rolled back into her head, I felt her cunt spasm and she coated my balls with her cream. Meanwhile, I could still feel his cock rubbing the underside of mine with each of HIS thrusts into her anal cavity. I was trying to hold still and allow him to do all the work. She was helpless, sandwiched between us both and she simply submitted to her intense anal pounding. At one point, the expression of my.