Well she certainly looked the better for it and she confided in me that it was an ongoing thing that meant several visits to Ann Summers, ‘if you kn...w what I mean!’ she added. That night I just could not stop thinking of what Janice said and could not help thinking just how it would be with this very sexy gardener of mine. I don’t mind admitting I had three orgasms just fantasising. But the time for imagining was over and I needed the real thing/ ‘So Linda Blain?’ I said to myself. ‘Go for it.’. "What a Daddy's girl you are. Open your mouth for Daddy. Stick out your tongue."As she did, I started thumping my cock against it, watching her try to catch it in her slutty little mouth was almost enough to make me blow my load right there. Instead, I slid it into that beautiful mouth. The warm velvet flickering over the underside of my cock was wonderful, she was a natural.I wanted to be nice, enjoy a leisurely blow job, but I caught that smug look in her eyes. She looked like a Girl that had. It was obvious there was no love between the two of them he was not slow or gentle like with Sarah he stabbed the length into her she garbed my hand and squeezed as I watched that BBC Disappear in my wife Sarah was there with encouraging words “She will never be the same again she will need this from now on” “hold your wife while he makes her his” I held on to her hand her grip was crushing and her words cut through me “Fuck..OhhhhhMYGOD fuck me with that black cock” “ Ohhhh honey do you see. Peering down, my gaze is returned by two round, green eyes staring up at me. The candle’s glow slightly alters your appearance: I know how white your skin is, very fair like mine, but in this setting it looks a shade darker. The position of the candle on the bedside dresser sends shadows across your face, making your rosy lips and cute nose more prominent. “I love you,” I say. You blush and the corners of your lips turn upwards. “I love you too.” Except my feet, I am still in the full tuxedo.