She rolled over and no sooner had she come to rest on her back, when my wife was between her legs, lapping at her soaked cunt. I watched until my wif... had finished cleaning Jan’s cunt and I stood up, my hard cock making it hard to walk and I left to go back to the races.When my wife came home, she seemed different. She was more open and whenever we went anywhere, she never wore panties and made sure her cunt was bare and shaved. She would sit with her legs apart and flash others, mostly. They were all African s all unwashed, sleeping rough mostly but somehow they had scraped together or stolen the money to buy me.I saw him drop his pants, his underpants were filthy, yellow with sweat and streaked with skidmarks, he took his swelling member and thrust it unceremoniously up my ass, and started humping."Hey this ass pussy is dry man"The blows started to rain down, slashing across my back, stinging, the narrow leather straps of the black whip, cutting deep into my flesh, as they. Hermione insisted once again on levitating him down the stairs. He tried to tell her that he was going to have to climb the stairs someday without her help, but she just told him that the day had not yet arrived.As Harry walked up to the doors of the Great hall, being flanked by Ron and Ginny with Hermione guarding the rear, Cassidy walked out of the Great Hall and stopped dead in her tracks when she spotted Harry.“Hi, Cassidy,” Harry said.Harry watched as Cassidy’s face contorted as if trying. Juan wrapped himself in the towel and walked into the room. Manuel was already into the cocaine. Manuel beckoned him over and offered him a few lines."Hey sorry about hitting you. Man it was worth eh? I mean... didn't look like you minded it any way eh?"Fuck you. I feel like some fucking fag. Damn this is some good shit though." "Well let's get over to the doctors house you know?" Yeah... we will Juanita" Manuel stared into her green eyes and those lips. He wanted to kiss those lips."Yo. It's.