I had a private charter plane retained at the local airport."We have a new situation developing." I'm not at liberty to speak now. May I call you back...in thirty minutes?" Don't bother. Just put your efforts into getting back to the office as soon as possible." His tone changed. "And leave your boy toys where you found them this time."Of all my sins, being gay was the worst.Still, something was important enough that he came home early. I got up and dressed and, on my bike to the airport, called. How is this man still hard after so much fucking? My pussy felt sore and was stretched to its limit. Yet, this man was still murdering my pussy with his giant black cock. He had told me he named his cock “The Hulk”. Now I know why. It lived up to its name because right now it is SMASHING my inside.He smacked my ass and spread it open. He knelt down and licked my ass. That help me to relaxed and ready for that big cock. Then suddenly I felt a finger rubbing my anus. Normally I hate when men. Next time I'd take more bags, so the thoughtless cashiers didn'tfill them all up so they were so heavy. *The table was set, candles burning as, once again, I was startled by Sue'sentrance, confused for a moment by what I saw. She clomped in again inthe scruffy clothes which, somehow, only seemed to make her sexier: morehaughty, more in command."Hi, dear" she called as she shut the door solidly behind her and stompedover to me. Her arms circled my waist and. .." Jennifer's voice trailed off. I watched her. After a moment she said, "Losing your sexual desirability is another issue." "Did your husband lose interest in you?" Smiling, Jennifer said, "No, I lost interest in him." "You're not making sense." "I lost interest in respectable sex." "Respectable sex?" "Proper sex, the sex a virtuous wife engages in with her husband." "Was your ex husband a prude?" Jennifer shook her head. "That's the saddest part of my depressing tale. He wasn't. I'm quite.