Peggy was buried in shopping bags. Her long legs were all Christie could see. Those and Peggy's high heels. 'Oh yeah!' Christie knew how Peggy liked t... dress. Short skirts, tight shirts, lipstick and lashes. Sexy, sexy, sexy.As she made it through the entryway, Christie grabbed some of the bags and set them on the nearest chair. Peggy's dark hair spilling over her shoulders. “Thanks baby, I... Oh my God!” Peggy couldn't believe her eyes. She froze in her tracks slowly lowering her shopping bags. " "Mmm, probably any time now Bob." "Tell you what, you get on the phone, tell him where you are and you'll be late. If he asks why, tell him your doing your best to fuck your baby in my wife. He'll understand." While Jason stepped out to call, I couldn't help but be a bit envious of his young hard body, thinking how lucky he was to be this age right now with such a big cock and so many white women now looking for a good blacking. I could feel my cock twitching at the thought of the. "I had a stable of stupid studs who were only interested in my pussy. Of course, that was fine with me, since all I wanted was their dicks." Oh, that was another thing, Wendy was plain spoken. In bed or out, she called a spade a spade. Sailors could have taken lessons from her.Anyway, after we'd been seeing each other regularly for half a year, she consented to marry me when I asked. At our wedding I met Denise and Tom, Wendy's kids. They seemed accepting of me, a fact that was confirmed when. We stepped into her living room, and there was her girlfriend, fingering herself on the couch to a video of Gianna Michaels riding Sara Jay's face. My jaw dropped, my cock popped against my shorts, and I looked to Tara. She was smiling, watching her girl work herself, then turned to me. "Go on, start jacking. You know you've barely been holding back since you saw me smoking outside. Tonight is about her, like last time was about me. You'll work that fucking pathetic meat stick for her, because.