Mine was mostly torn out cum crusted pages or a few magazines that were outside for a while. Plus I had to share all my porn with my b******.When I lo...ked up at him he had his shirt off and was holding up one hairy man boob as he laughed loudly and said you wanted to see tits here you go. I thought that was pretty funny so I said I like these better and pointed at the magazines. He acted bummed that I didn't like his man tits or his hairy belly. He was pretty chubby, but as we dove into the. He took my hands and he must have seen the semen dripping from my hand and wedding ring, he came so very quickly. I could tell by his far away exquisite expression, the quivering tension in his body, the clenching of muscles the long drawn out sigh that is was good for him. This black stranger had planned this, the semen glistening on my body, the semen coating my wedding ring, him lying next to us with his penis draped across my stomach. This was designed to leave my husband in no. More than enough sperm to impregnate an ovulating female who might not have been so diligent taking the pill. Finally at 7 p.m., I called Christine and started talking about last night. I casually asked her if she came before I started cumming. She said, "No, it was your cock spasming inside of me that got me off." "Do you remember off-hand how many spasms you felt?" I asked, to see if my count of 7 was accurate. "I sure do because I couldn't believe it! You kept cumming and cumming. You. ‘Let it be a promise. Something less personal surely.’ ‘A kiss then?’ ‘It shall surfice, I suppose.’ Cien grinned broader and put his hands on my shoulders lightly. Slowly he leaned down and pressed his lips against mine. It was brief. All too brief. When he pulled away, I knew I was blushing. Again. ‘Good night my sweet lady.’ ‘Good night, Cien.’ I opened the door and watched him walk back down the hall to the steps. He turned and waved a small wave to me as he decended the steps. I closed.