So I took the lube from the box, rubbed it all over my ass and the plug. I reached down and began inserting the plug in my bottom. It hurt really badl... but I knew if I could get it in there, I would be able to have the orgasm of my life! After a struggle, I was finally able to get the plug fully in. I wrapped my hand around my veiny man meat and started running my hand up and down the shaft. Just as I was about to blow my load all over my chest, the door flung open. I looked up startled to see. He grabbed Anita’s ass cheeks and spread them wide. I could see white foam around the base of his cock; my wife's pussy got wetter and wetter with that huge piece of black meat impaled in her body.Suddenly Marco turned his head and called my name; inviting me to fuck my wife’s asshole, while he was stretching her wet sloppy cunt. Anita smiled and she rocked her hips side to side when she heard that. I walked over and said I needed some lube to make her butthole wet.But then Marco slipped from. ’ Anything that had no market or sentimental value was already sitting in the alley in black plastic garbage bags. The boxes labeled ‘Attic’ contained photographs, awards, and keepsakes that had specific, identifiable meaning, like a high school achievement award. If it was just a stuffed animal, it either went in Goodwill or garbage. It could have been the single favorite item Georgia owned, but without its owner it was meaningless. It reminded me of how much stuff of Dag’s I still needed to. I now began using Marlena’s ass and Neha’s in my usual sort of swap, going back and forth between them to plunder their bottoms to my great delight and theirs. Neha was on top again this time, but then they switched, each woman wanting her turn underneath the other, as they adored each other far too much to deny. My cock used them both with my typical vigor and I fingered the ass of whichever lady wasn’t being sodomized by it right then.Marlena’s pale white moons contrasted perfectly as always.