‘Really?’ ‘Plu-eeze,’ she chortled. ‘Have you ever seen that show?’ ‘Right answer,’ I laughed before she slipped down my body and demo...strated just how much of a sucker she could be. I pulled her to her feet before I reached the punchline. Fluffy towels waited for us before we began rolling around on a circular bed. Every bit of her tasted divine, from the cherry-like red of her stiff nipples to the sweetness between her legs. Laughter was replaced with appreciative sighs and soft moans as body. Und ich schämte mich. Denn meine Frau liebte mich von ganzem Herzen. Ebenso wie ich sie auch liebte. Aber in diesem Moment war etwas mit mir geschehen, was ich nicht kontrollieren konnte. Eine Macht hatte von mir Besitz ergriffen. Eine Macht, die in Gestalt eines 16jährigen Mädchens auftrat.»Du gehst nirgendwo hin!« sagte sie.Und schon blieb ich stehen. Nur kurz gedachte ich meiner Familie. Als die Stimme des jungen Teenagers mir verbot, weiter zu gehen, musste ich stehen bleiben. Ich wollte. ..... fucking me....... fucking me and I was enjoying once again a nice and long fucking with my loving husband. This time he was fucking me in guest bedroom of his friend.After some time, I reached once again. I experienced a long and strong orgasm. Feeling this, he stopped stroking so that I can enjoy my orgasm in full.His cock was still inside of my over satisfied pussy. I could feel from extra hardness of his cock deep in to my pussy that he was also not far away from pumping my pussy full. We are such sad bastards really. A misses Jackson on the third floor of block one showed me just how easily men would snatch at opportunity. My survey appointment took me less than ten minutes, I was getting more proficient at assessing the needs of each flat. She was black. She originated from Guyana and spoke with a typical accent. I was pleased to see she did not carrying the usual ‘big booty’ favoured by African women. Mrs Jackson was tall, around six foot and slender as a rake.