Now she remembered where she had last seen Willie Taylor. "Oh, my Gawd! He is the black man in the videos! Those must have been made over twenty years...ago when he was in his thirties or forties. Willie looked like he was now pushing sixty," she thought to herself."I haven't seen them," she lied. "Somebody must have taken them before I got here." If youse happen to find dem, Miz Smith, please let me know, will ya? I'd kinda hate for dem to fall into da wrong hands."Willie could tell by the. The brothers swapped over and the first had his cock licked clean by my wife as the second brother started thrusting into her already cum filled cunt. Soon he was saying to her "I knew you'd be a good fuck, like you said, the girls are pretty but you know how to really take a cock." Then he started grunting and spunking his load into my very well used wife. Then they tidied themselves up and brought her home.It was as she put the key in the door that reality caught up to her she said. She. Of senses and emotion, the corporeal and the cerebral fused into one carnality.The cries of pleasure and climax, we did not relent, unable to sate ourselves. We moved on sheer instinct, writhed, and clashed until exhaustion threatened us. Undaunted, we skidded in the mire of our exertion, until we looked into each other’s eyes and found what we sought. A finality, thrashing together at the very end, and she had the last of what I had to give.We laid there in silence; my eyes open to a sea of. I stood there, silent , gazing at his benevolence, enjoying his sweet, soft, gracious melody.Once the song was over, the Baboso, wiped his eyes, with his handkerchief, and walked over to me.He handed me the wet handkerchief, and sadly said"Keisto, kill the bastard"He kissed me on the cheek, and whispered in my ear "call Jimbo Redd, tell him he's got some cleaning to do".He hugged me tight, (his arms were very toned, and muscular) and quickly left the house (along with Douglas) I remember.