She hardly ever wore those boots for me.“Put it in my asshole! Fuck me, I needed it so badly…” “Oh, fuck…!!”Ana was screaming loud and fig...ting through the pain of having a huge black cock planted deep in her ass; but she loved every minute of it.The guy had a satisfied grin on his face, as his cock slipped past Ana’s muscular ring and it slid deep into her tight anus. With that, he lifted his hand, only to bring it down heavily on my wife’s ass with a sickening slap. The other hand grabbed her. Would anybody beanswering the phone at the Thrift shop on Saturday? "Oh hi, yes, we'reopen, well not officially open yet but we're all here, but Mr. Thomascan't come, we need him to help serve the customers today. If you havedamaged clothes though, you can just drop them in any of our bins aroundtown. Where do you live?"I told her my address and she gave me directionsto the nearest bin. I put all my underwear into two bags, hopped onDonna's bike and dropped them off.The drop-off box turned out. He closed his eyes and groaned when she increased the pressure. She then led him by his dick into her living room. The second they stepped onto the thick Oriental rug that adorned her hard wood floors, she dropped to her knees. In one deft move, she was sucking the man’s length into her mouth. Down, she pulled herself, her lips forming a wet and warm ring. Up, she explored, her tongue roaming leisurely along each crevice and curve. The man’s breath grew ragged the faster she bobbed, then. The next moment I put my hands on them. She opened her eyes with a start.“Aiyo!..sar!” She exclaimed. She looked at me with overwhelming fear in her eyes. I squeezed her tits. Sar…leave me…”She tried to push my hands away. But I was too strong for her.“Please…” I whispered to her. “Let me…do it…”She tried to get up. I pinned her down with my elbow.“Sar…you said I was like your mother…” she said, suddenly tears beginning to form in her eyes.“I…cannot help it…please….”I folded my legs and climbed.