I could even imagine Ana’s moans and cries in pleasure, as she grabbed his waist between her long legs, crying for more and more…I could imagine h...s heavy weight pressing against my sweet delicate wife, as she cried like a bitch in heat…I was sure her brand new lover was black… a lucky nigger bastard.I figured him taking my slutty wife in all imaginable positions and coming inside her gushing wet warm pussy, at least three or four times during a very long time fucking.I wondered if he had her. "May I ask a favour" he stuttered meekly. "May I have something to bring with me" he enquired. "Like what" I asked. "Something personal" he responded. "Such as?" I replied. Some of your clothes if that's ok". "My clothes" I said "I don't understand" knowing full what he meant as he stared at my tits half naked in my see through bra and top. "So what exactly do you want" I said again. After shuffling from one foot to another "a pair of your panties would be nice" he said. "OH... OK" I replied. Me: bht kameni ho tum main tarasta raha or tum kisi or ko mazay karwati rahi.Ayesha: tumhain b to meri yad late aii na..pehlay boltay to shaid kisi or k sath meri friendship hi na hoti.Me: mera lun phir khara hua wa hai please aj rat store main aaooo..wahan bht jaldi main kiya bht zyada to achay say nahi ho saka.Ayesha: Main b neechay say wet hui v houn..main discharge honain wali hi thi k tum nain bahir nikal liya or discharge ho gayMe : yat itni taizi say pagloun ki tarah kar raha tha or. I wished fleetingly that mine was that big. I still had the presence of mind to resist her effort. Believe it or not I still wasn't sure what was going on. But when Andrea knelt beside me and whispered in my ear, "Suck him Michael," I knew what they wanted. Jody was sitting there watching me with a strange hooded look in his eyes, his hands where flat on the bed slightly behind him and to his sides, and his boner was pointing toward the ceiling with his legs spread wide. Andrea said again,.