It was not like me to let myself go, just as it was not like me to abuse or rape a victim. I have had slaves before; even so, I wanted their servitude... their labor, not their sex. I respected what I did. I respected death and all that came with it. However, for some reason, I did not feel like I was trespassing in any way. I couldn't know why.Therefore, I kept at it, feeling the outcome coming quickly after all these years of self-asserted celibacy."Ahhh-ahhhh-ahhhh-Aghhh!!" She moaned for me,. Taylor G and Taylor R, NaNa, Tonya, Kerrie..." Enough!" Barb stops her. "He's uh whore. I got it." I am not uh whore." I was not in the mood to discuss the merits of my past sexual conquests. "Ya'll act like I did 'em all in the same night." You didn't?" Barb teases. "Oh relax. I'm sure if you treated them the way you treated me, they were all very happy." If that were true, I'd still be with one of 'em." I groused."So why aren't you?" Barb prodded."Missy..." I pause. It still bugged me that I. I'll say, firstly, that sex is now a lot messier, a lot more wild and animalistic, and at the same time, angelic and pure in a whole new way.A very beautiful memory was when we tried double penetration for the first time. My wife was making love to Michael, my beautiful goddess riding a hunky, hairy guy, not only enjoying the sexual energy with him but also allowing her love, feelings and emotions to be exchanged with him. Her tight ass was sliding down over his crotch, her hairy pussy filled. He grabbed my hair even tighter, balled it up in his fist as i pounded me hard and fast, slapping my ass that jiggled back on his balls and cock, dripping with sweat as my limp body was only being held up now by him pulling my hair."Oh fuck...FUCK yes, take that cum bitch," he grunted out, slamming his dick deep inside of me to breed me while I was still wearing his wife's dirty panties pulled to the side. He panted out heavily, and slowly kept fucking me to push his cum deeper and deeper.