This was 'Oz's' element. The language may be different, the stories not quite the same, but it all reminded him of the drover camps of his boyhood. Th...re, he'd learned to tell tales, to 'yarn' as the Australians say. A mixture of truth, embroidery, and downright lying designed to entertain, not inform. And 'Oz' was head of the class at 'yarning.'The woman Anarchist took to sitting beside him. She was older than he, maybe mid thirties, and solidly built. She said her name was Catalina and she. My cock was straining to get free from my trousers, so I lifted my head from her pussy.I stood up and slipped off my shirt, unbuckled my jeans and slipped them to the floor. My cock strained against my shorts as Nancy raised an arm and began to stroke me. Come had begunto seep from my cock and formed a damp patch on the front of my shorts.She ran her finger across the damp patch, pushing the fabric against my prick. The cum seeped through and a tiny droplet formed on the front of my shorts. She. She smiled at him, finding out his name was William…The next day, William insisted. He wanted to fuck my sexy wife…That same day, her Boss asked her to join William in his hotel, to pick up some papers he had forgotten there.Once there, the black bastard offered her to have a quick look at the view from his room.As soon as Anita turned her back and looked through the window, the black guy dropped his trousers and stood there with his black cock hanging down. My wife gulped, saying it was a nice. He walked over and placed his hand on the small of my back and gave me a kiss on the cheek. I felt the hair stand up on the back of my neck. He was very handsome and his pictures did him no justice. We sat down and ordered a couple drinks. We started off with a little small talk trying to figure out if we had similar interests. As it turns out, he is an avid runner as well. We continued to small talk an flirt a little. I was two glasses of wine in and had to go to the ladies room. I.