Anita turned her back to them and leant forward slightly. She raised the back hem of her skirt and gradually exposed more and more of the back of her ...tockings. Slowly, her skirt rose until we all could guess the thong she was wearing; but then she again let the hem fall. She turned to us and this time she moved one leg forward, through the split in her skirt and raised the front hem. Ana pulled the skirt further until her white flesh and suspender straps came into view. There was a round of. "Put those hands back down where they belong, bitch!" he growled. She did as he said and put her hands back down behind her back and he let go of her breasts, instead grabbing her and spinning her around to push her face down on the bed. "Ass in the air, face in the pillow bitch," he commanded and she happily obeyed. If he wanted to take her from behind she would let him. But before she could even get situated, she felt him thrust his big cock into her wet and waiting pussy and she screamed out. We used to have great sex when we first met, we were always all over each other and couldn't get enough. We fell fast and we fell hard, and after a few years we had fallen deep too. But eventually, a few k**s, bills, jobs, and a mortgage later, all that had petered out. We didn't prioritise each other any more, i started to feel neglected and so did he. Instead of investing in each other we started looking outside of the relationship for something more, although none of us admitted this to each. I stop at a gas station about half way to the lake to get gas for my car as I was at the pump and light blue Ford pick up pulling a boat pulled up to the pump next to me and three black guys around my age jumped out of the truck and one of them started pumping gas into the truck the other two started talking to me. They asked me my name so I told them and they told me that there were Mike, Tim, and James was pumping the gas. We stared talking they asked me were I went to school I told them.