”Jude squinted at me. “Wait a minute,” she said suspiciously, “are you quoting Yogi Barret?”“Yogi Berra,” I corrected her. “He was a g...eat spiritualist, too.”“Ha ha ha,” my wife fired back. “Do you ever take anything I do seriously? This is important to me.”“I’m sorry, honey, you’re right,” I said, in all sincerity. “You never answered my question?”“What question was that?” she asked getting up from the table to freshen our coffee. I seriously doubted she didn’t know which question I was. Five minutes later, that filthy nigger arched his back and grunted, filling Ana´s cunt with his thick cum.The huge black man addressed to his mates, saying they could do whatever they wanted to my sexy wife.He then opened the door and left, leaving Ana panting on the floor.The taller of the young bouncers turned to Anita, still sobbing on her knees. He took out a hard black cock and asked my wife to suck it.After coming in her mouth, this first guy was replaced by his mate.This nigger lasted. Diane found the button of her shorts and ran her hands down to discover her dripping pussy; she knew she needed to taste it. “Come on lets head back, I want to get you where we can be comfortable,” Diane said. They got up from the ground and headed for home stopping periodically, to rub each other’s wet spots and kiss. Once they arrived home, they both headed for bed claiming the night air must have tired them out. They went to Diane’s room, and shut the door, locking it behind them. Diane. ...", she never finished the sentence.Didier bent forward and kissed her; she resisted for a millisecond and then responded. They kissed long and passionately, tongues probing each other's mouths. His hands roamed over her body, squeezing her massive 34C breasts and grabbing handfuls of tight American buttock. His cock hardened as he felt the outline of stockings and suspenders through the material of the dress. He pushed her back, pinning her against the wall, pulling her dress up, and she.