“Of course! Be my guest.”“Thank you so much...” then turning to Mike and laying a hand on his shoulder, “Mike ... it’s good to see you. Wh...n you’ve got a moment, perhaps we could talk? I’m in Fifteen.”Mike’s response was a little delayed and Siobhan wondered for a moment if she’d misread the situation, or if perhaps Mike just wasn’t interested in her, but that wasn’t the reason. Partly it was the effect of Chantelle’s mind-numbing conversation and partly his old uncertainty. But his expression. The black stranger ignored the married woman and increased the speed of his thrusting, causing the white wife to forget about the possibility of insemination.The black stranger was nearing orgasm. It had only been a few minutes, but he had not had sex for a few days, so his strong cock and large balls were filled to the point of bursting with baby-making seed. The large black man was now pounding the cervix of the white wife over and over again with the head of his cock. Only for a brief second. Brain sat up and watched as Juliet was still moaning from having her first orgasm from his attention. He pushed his swim trunks off and his hard cock sprang up. Juliet opened her eyes and sat up."Umm wow Brian that was amazing, but it looks like you could use a little relief." Juliet said as Brian lay down on the grass next to her. She took his hard cock in her hand and started to gently stroke him. She bent over and led his cock to her lips. She began sucking on him and took her hand and. And lost again. Andtried again, but this time he hit the zero.Which was where his bank balance would be if he bet again. He was backto square one. For some reason he'd told the croupier his story - whathe was gonna do if he won a load of money, how much of a bitch his now exwife was, that sort of thing. How he was doing this for his son. Thecroupier had nodded along and expressed his sympathies at all the righttimes, even as he took his money. Bet this sort of thing happened everysingle.