Now I was topless on my knees right in front of him. My pussy was so wet it was dripping through my panties. I unzipped his pants and they fell to the...floor. He had no underwear on. He was soft and still huge. Within mere seconds he was hard as a rock. I swore he could hammer a nail in he was that hard. He was twice as big as my husband. His massive meat was just steering me in the face. His piss hole was so big. I probably could fit my pinky inside it. My stomach dropped to the floor and I. He pressed a finger inside me and I pushed back, needing as much of him inside me as I could get but he wasn’t going to give me what I wanted just yet. He pulled his finger out, leant over me and forced it into my mouth so I could clean it. Hungrily I licked and sucked it clean. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pick up the red flogger again and I tensed up. He started as gently as it's possible to with one so heavy duty, relaxing me a little. He moved it over my body, I never knew where. I felt the lump of my flesh press into the hairy cleft of her cunt. My mother-in-law too pressed her crotch into my bulge and rubbed her crotch on my bulge. I squeezed and massaged my mother-in-laws breasts as we rubbed our crotches together for a minute. My mother-in-law closed her eyes and groaned. Her knees flexed to part her thighs. Tilting her furry pelvis up, my bulge slid into the deep groove of her sopping vagina. I pressed forward feeling her cunt juice soak the front of my trousers.. I had never even had a conversation with a black girl before and I was instantly intrigued. I said as much in so many words to “N”, and asked why she reached out to me? She said she read my profile and thought I looked nice. I invited her to my house and offered good company, conversation and a game or two of darts if she liked. She agreed and within 15 minutes was knocking on my door. “N” was 7 years younger than I, in her early thirties, an inch or two taller, with short black hair. She was.