(I knew it was Gary but like I said, they never showed his face.) I watched as he (like I said it had to be Gary) showed the camera three fat fingers ...nd he moved them down behind me and in one smooth stroke buried all three inside of me. He began finger-fucking me from behind. I moaned loud as I reached a climax and the cock of man I was sucking (as I said, it was my husband Peter) got hard in his drugged state.The camera moved back to Gary's hand that was finger-fucking me fast, and I saw the. Sooner, rather than later.Wallace's expression changed. He frowned and shook his head slowly."No, no...I get it. You're a racist just like I thought." Wallace's eyes became wider and he moved away from her slightly.Tracy's shoulders fell in resignation."Wallace." She slowly shook her head."See, that's why you acted like you did. You are a racist. That's cool, okay...I get it." He took another drink."That's ridiculous. How can you even sit there and say something so stupid like that, Wallace?". In the end we were both moaning loudly as he unloaded. He pulled out and kissed me, apologising for calling me a slut. I didn’t mind as I enjoyed the dirty talk. I didn’t have a chance to get off the bed as soon as he stood up there was another guy preparing to take his place.I smiled, he dropped his pants and mounted me. My pussy was well lubricated and he went balls deep with the first thrust. He moaned and started to go to town on me. I was meeting trust for trust and he grunted and groaned.. John scrambled to his feet quickly and chased after her. She had too much of a head start plus she was fast anyway. She reached the water and dove right in. He followed seconds later. They surfaced practically together and John wrapped his strong arms around her from behind. The water felt delightful. ‘Didn’t we just say this wasn’t going to help?’ John expressed. ‘Now that you’re past worrying anyway.’ ‘I didn’t come in here for that,’ Em professed with a laugh. ‘I just wanted to get cool and.