It’s not like I specifically did not want to go to Vegas – it’s just that there were so many other places I wanted to go. Doug had no interest i... travel outside of North America. There were other problems as well. At one point Doug and I were talking about marriage. We’d been together six or eight months, and I thought we were really on the same wavelength. When he started talking about his parents’ old church, I stopped him. Neither of us went to church, in fact, I’d have to call myself. I feel the black guy getting into position behind me, thrusting deep into my wet pussy, grinding against me and getting hold of my long hair, pulling my head back saying "look at your husband and tell him whose cock you love the best!" I just moan and feel the black guy continue grinding from behind, he then brings his hand down hard on my bum giving me a hard stinging spank saying "tell him!" So i reply saying "i love your big black cock the best hun, omfg it feels soo good, you fill me up and. But he caught himself in time, and played along hard, telling her he'd try to give her a full opinion. He was quite frank in staring at her, and she tried to control her breathing as he made her wait just a little too long before he spoke again.Her grin was quick to answer him when he did - he'd asked if she could turn around so he could see the rest, in the tone of a little boy who suspected he was going to get a present. She wore the grin through the slow turn, enjoying how his low and. I said to Judy, ‘David found a Chevy the same year as mine and he thought I should go take a look at it. Its a Junker and I might be able to get some parts off of it.’ I said, ‘Lets go to Gil, you said you wanted to go to the bar I will give you a lift. You go ahead and wait for me by the car, I will be out in a minute. I probably will be gone two hours.’ I said to Judy, ‘I know as soon as I leave Gil will be back. I will fix his wagon tonight. Tease the hell out of him, don’t be surprised when.