Maybe her line of questioning towards me hadn’t been all fun and games after all. I brought the soaking material to my face and ran my tongue over t...e damp cotton. Mmmmm ... nice. Her juices were still warm and I was thrilled at the tart musky flavor. I pushed more of the material into my mouth and sucked as much of her sticky juices into my mouth as I could. Fuck ... this kid had been leaking like crazy. As my tongue sucked and licked at the warm moist fabric, I realized that as much as I. All three were in their 50’s not in shape like our young black college men. They just had that old school we are niggars who fuck white wives look.Without looking at me all 3 black men put their hands on my wife. She had 3 pairs of black hands either fingering her pussy or playing with her tits. My wife got into a position where she made it easier for them to grope her. She started kissing the one who was finger fucking her. I got up and went towards my wife. I gave the motel key and my phone. .aaaahh…. I was losing all my controls and my pussy was overflowing with juices…. He was sucking my boobs one after the other like a baby feeding from his mother…. And his hands were so strong that my boobs almost became red due to pressing…. Sucking and pressing made me forget the surroundings…. I closed my eyes and was moaning according to his actions….After some time, i forcefully removed his head and hands from my boobs…. I was desperate to suck his dick…. I went smd kissed on his lips…... Clad in only a small pair of white lace panties, she stepped to the window next to the first woman. Her brunette head was maybe two or three inches taller than the blonde, her breasts slightly larger, though sagging down farther under their own weight, each taking the shape reminiscent of a large water droplet. Her brown hair was cropped moderately short, barely reaching half way down the back of her neck. Her nipples were already hard as they protruded from large, round, puffed out areolas..