Screaming for you to fuck me hard. You got the hint because you pushed me over and shoved your tongue down my throat. The next thing I knew, your cock...was in my mouth. You were not fucking my mouth. I didn’t care. I loved how you are the right size to fit completely in my mouth without having me gag. You removed your cock from my mouth and shoved it in my wet pussy. Banging me hard and fast just how I like it. You wanted me to cum again and so I did. All of my strength had drained out of me. Marcus lives in Washington so no luck in seeing him , i am currently writing this from my hotel in Vancouver as i am at our yearly meeting, and i am waiting for Paul , like i mentioned i have seen Paul since the first meeting and have become a slave for his huge black cock, i have only been able to meet up with him once ,the time we did meet since that night , we met chatted for a while then i just had to have him i was dripping , the image of that huge cock kept crossing my mind, once in. " And she waved at me.I wasn't sure what to do with that, but perhaps fortunately the decision was made for me. I suddenly found myself holding her, kissing her, and carrying her off to the bedroom. The other two girls made some comments, but I didn't catch them. I was suddenly, wondrously in love with Krista.We'll not bother with details of the next hour or so. Truthfully, I don't remember them too well. What I do remember is coming back to myself, naked, in bed, next to Krista. She was. We started building what looked like a future. It was the American dream. It just started a little earlier than I expected.So there were a couple of things about my wife that I knew about right from the get-go. You take the bitter with the batter. No one is perfect. I knew she had her faults, I just didn't think her faults were fatal.First and foremost was the drinking. My wife straight: a sweet, funny, smart little girl. Cute. No one would ever call her beautiful. She was cute on her good.