"Me: It would be so easy to find a guy with a BBC to fuck you. You are so beautiful, guys would be lined up for a chance to fuck you!Her: mmmmmmmmmmmm...mmmmmmMe: I could find a good looking black guy, make sure he has a huge cock, and bring him home for you to fuck.Her: "You're all talk!"Me: I will do it! What would you say if one day, you come home, and I have brought home a BBC guy for you? We are both in bed, naked, waiting for you.Her: "I would tell you to move over!"This was more than I. I made sure to push my cock in at least 7 inches so i could watch her gasp in delight and horror as i stroked a special spot inside her ass. i leaned over to whisper roughly into her ear 'touch yourself,' i ordered. she didn't move an inch. 'it will make you feel better' i offered. she cried even harder. the idea of such humiliation was overwhelming her. i pulled out and left the room, excited by the promise of watching her touch herself in embarrassment. i returned within seconds with a large. ”“You’ve excelled at it, anyway...” Ann again broke in to say.“Okay, enough from the peanut gallery,” Arlene responded with a smile. “We’re a team. I couldn’t do it without you. We have excelled at it, according to our husband, although he might be a wee bit prejudiced.” When they both laughed, she went on, “You fly every bit as well as I do. But, by damn, I’ve done my best, and I’m not going to be bullied by that asshole,” she said past gritted teeth.“So, you have an answer for his quitting at. Make me come with your ass."I wasn't even trying to do it on purpose, it was just my body's reaction to what Megan was doing to me. It was feeling so good, I was getting so close to coming. I didn't think I could handle much more when I felt her hands move up between my thighs. She had her hand, palm up, and slid two fingers as far inside of me as she could and began pumping them into me as her tongue danced over my clit. Her other hand was stroking and pulling at Anthony's balls, working us.