Over time, the small bottle became just the prelude, and the larger one the main event, and every time I would bring my jerkoff session to a close by ...ushing it nearly all the way in to my ass. I found when it got in far enough, there was another pain deeper in that I started to feel. I didn't know what this was, or if it was a bad thing, so I didn't dare to mess with it too much, but often just a little of that feeling helped bring me over the edge to orgasm. I also tried lots of other. “Oh, I guess I will have to go clean up, I’m a mess.” She said.“HEY!!! Let the boy do it for you bitch.”“Come over her boy and clean up your mother and do a good job or maybe you will have a nice little black brother or sister.“I got on my knees between my mother outstretched legs and proceeded to lick up all the cum running out of her pussy.This turned her on more and she grabbed my head and held it to her clit as I licked and sucked and I could tell she was close. She was making gutteral. He didn’t know Natasha that well and had only met her once before.Natasha had beautiful, soft, white skin, slightly freckled, her long wavy red hair falling down her grey dress. She sported a pair of black T-strap peep-toe platform heels with red painted toes.The three of them got chatting and, in Kate’s case, flirting.Jack went to the bar to get some drinks.“This is my last night of freedom,” Natasha said to Kate.“Is there anything you would like to do on your last night?”“Yes. Get away from. ...Did I just call my husband's ass a cunt?"Is he as big as you?" My husband asked."I've never measured," he shrugged, "but I'm sure there are a lot of big black dicks around to fuck your white faggot ass. Although let's be honest, you're a cock hound for any cock, of any colour, any size."After calling him a cunt and treating him like a girl, hearing him call him a faggot surprised me. Although I'm not sure why... it seemed pretty obvious my husband loved cock... apparently any cock."I can.