Her skin was like snow white velvet, smooth and soft, but her body was firm. Her breasts weren’t the large grapefruits that swung like Alicia’s, r...ther like dollops of pudding, with smooth pink nipples that were themselves smaller cones on top, pert and sassy. Her hips were as round as if they had been laid out with a drawing compass, whereas Alicia’s were rather squareish. Which was the more beautiful? Which would you rather have, a Ferrari or a Lamborghini? No, that’s not quite. Cindy rolled onto her back. Our lips met in a soft kiss. I started to move on top of her but she stopped me. "Not yet," she moaned softly, "first I get mine."I knew exactly what she wanted. It was a running joke between us that unless I licked Cindy's clit before we fucked she didn't get to climax.Cindy sat up and guided me onto my back. It was also her contention that she came hardest when she sat on my face.The idea of fucking my wife after I had just witnessed her fucking her big black lover. Cesar had spent that time staring mostly at me, his gun always in plain view. Even if he hadn't, I still was in no position to try anything at all; Ratty and Hairy were right there. They never sat down the whole time, never spoke either to each other or me, and their posture resonated of latent menace. Cesar could have dozed right off and I'd still have been stuck.Our order of proceeding was described clearly by Cesar. He would accompany me, one hand (with the gun) in his pocket and the other. We continued our silent conversation until we both moaned and groaned to glorious morning orgasms.I wanted to fall back asleep but it was breakfast time.Since Emily fucked me before Jamie, Anna was first in the afternoon. For such a quiet girl, she was sure loud when she fucked. April and I also had time to do it that afternoon."You don't look very happy," said Christine to me during dinner.Happy? I was the happiest I ever was and could be in my life."I'm happy," I replied."Are you having a.