I can see his black shaft is streaked with his creamy semen he has just pumped into my wife, mixing with her ample love juices. He rolls off her and l...ys next to her, breathing heavily as Amie lays there with her legs still spread wide, Darrell's white juices starting to drip from her now gaping pussy.In a few moments she looks at Barry and says, "I feel so empty now, please fuck me Barry, I want you so bad. Fuck me hard Baby, I want to feel it!" You don't know how long I've wanted to do this!". Bronson was certain there could be no greater calling in life than to be a bass, especially a big bull bass. However, except for an occasional brief, and exhausting, leap out of water, being a bass meant your air-world viewing angles were limited. So he decided to slip over to the cypress and let Freddie and Pasquale fill in any action he might miss. From his new vantage point among the cypress roots, he looked up at his two friends and asked for a report. ‘They’re like, you know, feeding,’. Enjoy!*********************************************************************Readers who have been following this story have noted that I saidthe story was currently twenty-six chapters long and that I suggestedreading previous chapters before proceeding. I was quite aware that,as I did re-writes of Chapters One through Twenty-six, I was stillformulating a suitable conclusion to the story. That's why I used theword, "currently". The reason for the lengthy delay in postingadditional chapters has. This year...starting grad school fresh and cleaned my slate. New house, new roommate, more serious study...and I've replaced that old boyfriend, with my new neighbors: a MAN-friend and his amazing, brilliant and hot wife. We three just clicked the moment we met the day I moved in; though the food, the music and wine helped in their awesome, renovated Southern home, when they invited me for a "sleep-over", as my electricity hadn't been turned on yet.That first night in their bed was like a.