She laid down and I moved to on top of her. Nick got up and said, “I’ll leave you two. Have fun with my wife.” Nick left us; May smiled and she ...aid, “Lover… it’s been a long time, so long, I never understood why you never made a move on me. I so wanted you to.” But the thing was May and I were married at the time and still are to other people. And although right then, we still were, the feelings I felt were not of lust, but of love. My thoughts were - I knew I was married, but I did not get. Of course over the century there were more ordinary families who also called 141 home.With its proximity to the port, Hitler's Blitz ripped the heart from the once prosperous neighbourhood. Western Approaches was no exception, losing half its housesThe rich moved out to the countryside and the poor moved in. 141 was split into multi-lets and it became home to dockers and factory workers and even spent a decade bordered up… becoming shelter to delinquents, vagrants and prostitutes who soon used. “Just how big is that dick of yours?”“By the look of your wife, it seems to be bigger than yours”. When we got back to our car, they stayed outside having some quiet talk… Then Barry looked at me and said:“It is time for some piece of white ass for me…” He put his hand right behind Ana’s skirt, slipping a long finger into her soaking wet pussy as she whimpered in surprise.I stood there inside the car, watching him finger fuck my wife, knowing how hot that made her and knowing that she was going. After feeling the last spasms of my intense orgasm, I rested there on the bed; I woke fifteen minutes later, finding the bed sheets soaked between my legs, both dildos coated with my white creamy juices, as they laid there glistening in the light. I felt myself I was spent, but I knew I was going to be meeting with my black lover; so the thought reenergized me as I sat up and smoked a cigarette, blowing the smoke toward the ceiling and recalling Jerome had a big enough cock to fill my still.