He paused briefly at her cry, enjoying the feel of her bare breasts in his hands and the moment of possession and the novel sensation of being deep in...ide this new woman, the loving wife of another man, and then he started his measured and rhythmic movement in and out of her cunt while whispering in her ear how tight she was and how pleased he was at finally being inside her.To Sarah, time that had sped by in the early evening now slowed to an endless crawl. Even the flower-patterned duvet. I often thought about my desire to see my wife screwed silly by a black man. Jealousy would take over for most men and I wondered how I would react when the time actually came. I laid in bed trying to fall asleep that first night with images of Clifton's enormous black cock in my head. A few days ago while we were showing, I remember starring at the size of his cock without being noticed. I surely didn't want him to think I was a homosexual. I do remember making comparisons to my wrist and. " Mom, I would, but I do need to study a bit more." Oh come on sweetie. I know you are tired of all your studying. I know you have been working hard so…maybe I will do the work for you."My eyes bugged out as I knew what my mom meant, she was going to give me a hand job and make me cum all over her photo. There was no way I was going to refuse that!"Ok mom, I can take a break to give this photo a nice cum tribute. I have not gotten off in days, so I am sure it will be a big load."My mom told. Michael took it. Her hand was warm and electric in his; he felt another cartwheel in his stomach. “Michael. Michael Dravenwood. It’s nice to finally meet you. I mean meet you! I mean, well, I noticed you, that is I, um, saw you and wanted to introduce myself, I err…” “I understand. I noticed you as well. It’s nice to meet you too.” She walked around him to her door. Michael fumbled with his key as he watched her move. “Can I ask you something Michael?” Jessica asked, her voice an octave lower..