With his arms under her thighs and his hands spread across her ass he lifted her.With one arm locked around his neck and the other clamped over his mu...cular shoulder she climbed him, spreading her legs in a wide V.They found a reclining position by sitting on a large soft footrest and leaning back against its chair. He was largely upright with his legs extended and his feet on the floor. His prick was sticking straight up and was as thick and hard as the handle of a carpenter's hammer.As her. This was back in the day when communication was mostly done by mail. I saw a pic of her. She had thigh high stockings on and was lying on her back. Needless to say my dick was already getting hard!So I wrote her a letter that contained my phone number. A few days went by and then I got the call! She had a sexy voice and she wanted to meet at a local diner for coffee. I arrived before her and waited out front.Soon, this short haired German lady walked in. She was very pretty and dressed nice!. Everyone saw change in her attitude that day she was very cheerful. Even she felt change in her. All the time she had one thing in mind: she has to finish the work soon go home and read the pending book. She was feeling addicted. And she did that. After that it became a routine thing for 3 days till all the stories were finished.But today she was feeling the incompleteness again, like she was missing something. She wanted more books of that kind but how? She can’t go and ask for it would ruin. ." The black guy looked at me and he pointed Ana a door to a back room.My wife led the way, swaying her round hips, as the artist followed her, touching her naked buttocks under the mini skirt. Then he looked at me again for the last time, before closing the curtain behind him.After two minutes in silence, I started to hear Anita’s moans and cries behind that heavy curtain. The black man was fucking her passionately. I could hear the mattress noises as they moved on the bed. Ana cried and.