..” In fact, the card player ... male ... had been gazing appreciatively at Belle’s curvaceous bottom which had just been presented to his view. B...lle listened to the flick and click of the cards. Her wretchedness knew no bounds. She ... they ... had once played Bridge. In that panelled room next to the Dining Hall. Pleasant evenings . . . Oh God ... don’t think about it! Don’t! DON’T! FOR GOD’S SAKE DON’T! Belle was clenching her teeth fiercely. Driving the memories down and away. A single. Curly chest for him to play with and his hot fore-skinned prick deep in my mouth. Me sucking and working that stiffening cheesy, heady dick; licking up and down, now playing with his hairy balls, licking and slurping and he, pumping wildly.Now I stand. Allowing the glistening red tipped dick shine. His beautifully shaped wet shiny dick head, glistening; a rubbery like ring preventing the foreskin from recovering the glistening helmet. I, hoping he would return the favour; but instead he. Oh look at you." Debbie wrapped her hand around his erect cock. "I can't believe you're hard again so fast... looks like I'm the lucky one tonight."Steve watched his wife straddle him, impale herself, and slowly post up and down on his cock. He had to smile; Debbie didn't need to know that the erection she was enjoying was courtesy of his fantasizing about fucking Cathy. He watched his wife fuck with a smile of deep enjoyment. He realized that she had done nothing wrong - what had occurred at. "I just had to give you a long hard fuck at least once, show you what it's like to be completely fucked." It was wonderful," I said, "and I want it that way again. I just don't think I can handle it that hard every time." I don't think I could fuck that hard every time either," he said. "I just know that the other white wife I see once in a while likes me to dominate her sometimes, really fuck her hard." I loved it," I said, "it feels like I'm completely your property, like your cock is not.