At the end of August, 1993, a nice government man knocked at my door on a warm Saturday afternoon. I was asked if I was "Mark Andersen," knowing I...was in no trouble for anything, I said yes. He asked me if I knew a Chris "X". I said, yes, at one point we were an item but she moved out of town and I had not seen or heard from her since February 1988. The government official said, "I am sorry, I regret to inform you that Chris "X" is dead. According to the information I received from the. Carl got out too. He stood about three feet from me, pulled his cock and balls out over top of his sweats and started pissing too. He was certainly well endowed. Above average sized cut cock, very thick at the base tapering somewhat towards his knob. The look on his face indicated that he was a little peeved at me watching him piss.I smiled and said, “I’ll bet the guys in the locker room never called you tiny?” He blushed as red as a beat and giggled, “No, they didn’t!”“How big does that piece. He grabbed her heels and spread her legs up high and wide. This was the perfect position to assault her body and very soon he was ploughing into her pussy with fast speed and pace. Ana suddenly let out a long moan as she panted for breath and I knew she was having her first orgasm on that black cock. The guy continued with his pace showing no mercy as he used her body.My wife came again within seconds after her first orgasm. He then put her legs onto his shoulders and pulled her closer to him.. I would get a chance to see her naked, maybe even arrange for a few pictures, and neither Sherri, nor anyone else, would ever suspect my involvement. I hadn’t even suggested to anyone that Sherri go into the field. All I needed to do was guide Sherri to select the right trip.Manipulating Sherri turned out to be easier than I thought.“The biggest needs are in Africa, which is why I make so many trips there. But I think we should find something more civilized and safer for you to visit.”Sherri.