Slipping under the covers of her empty bed, memories of her late husband's rough efforts to stimulate her swirled. She'd wanted to tell him to be gent...e, to stroke and caress with a lighter touch, but it was her husband and she belonged to him, for his pleasure, not hers. Soon he would mount her and begin thrusting inside, just as God had intended. Once in a while she was able to let herself go; to immerse herself in the sensations. Sometimes the angle was just right and she felt his penis rub. Whenever she's really gets going she tends to curse, "Fuck me", "Give me that shit", "Hit it harder, harder fuck me like a bitch" and a lot more you'd dream of hearing your wife say. If there's one thing my wife is really good at it's dirty talk. Well in all honesty, she's pretty good at everything when it comes to sex. One of the million reasons black men love her.He pulled out of her and pushed her leg over his shoulder. He had her missionary now. He held her tight and dug it in hard. Deep. As soon as someone was done, he was replaced by another. The dildo was fucking me so good. I started having one orgasm after another.After an hour my pussy was sore I was exhausted. I don’t know how many people had creamed my body but had to be more than a hundred people. I had swallowed so much cum I felt nauseous.They took my bonds off and removed the bra. I fell to the floor exhausted.I must have fallen asleep when I woke, only Lily was there.“You were quite the slut today.”She threw me my. “Ronnie is that you? Where have you been? You haven’t been here in a long time.” Eric was f******n by then and he had filled out some too. I however still looked the same just a little taller. I was late bloomer. “Hey Ronnie you wanna come over and play Atari? I got some good games.” I couldn’t turn down Atari. So I go in his house and head to where his bedroom used to be. “No Ronnie, my room is in the basement now.” He leads me down there and it’s much nicer than it was when used to bring me.