Joe said that Roman was jealous and then revealed that his wife had left him over six years ago, taking most of his money with her. At sixty-three yea...s old, Roman didn't have much joy in the sex department.I laughed and said, “Well I’m always ready to get out and about if you need a date or company.”Joe touched my hand and confessed that he would always love me and that if my man ever kicked me out he'd take me in anytime. I was flattered and gave him my number and told him to keep texts vague. Silly me. “I know you think I’m a big fucking bitch,” she said roughly, looking me straight in the eye. “All you little assholes think that. And maybe I am a big fucking bitch, but I think that I deserve the best. And that asshole that I’m almost-not-married-to anymore never gave me what I wanted. He never gave me jack shit. He didn’t send me flowers on my birthday, he didn’t take care of me when I was sick, he never cleaned up after his sloppy ass, and he NEVER made me cum! That lame-o. I looked toward my wife, who was still laying on the bed, her legs spread wide apart with that black dildo still pushed all the way inside her cunt and in the middle of the most intense orgasm of her life; that was impossible for her to stop. As I looked at her and she looked at the black men in the room, I heard her say; "OH MY GOD THE VAN!"As I looked up from where I was sitting on the floor, the four black guys holding me seemed ten feet tall. I knew then that my wife had not lost the men in. My belly does a little flip-flop as I realize you will be here in less than an hour! I pull the skirt up over my hips next and realize just how slutty you wish me to look tonight. The skirt is short. So short that it barely covers my ass and if I move just the right way, you can catch a peek of garter belt. My slow deliberate movements keep me constantly aware of the plug filling my ass, causing me to squirm involuntarily. I then reach for the shirt, only to pause in wonder. There is no.