.. it was going to be a hot day again, and I just put on a pair of shorts and sandals. I made myself some breakfast — well, toast and coffee, and se...tled down to read the Sunday papers.It was difficult to concentrate, but a couple of hours passed, and then I decided to try to work, hoping that would take my mind of Guy and his body. I went upstairs and switched on my laptop, but then I glanced out of the window and gasped.Guy was stretched out on a rug in the garden next door, and he was. Though it did sound interesting."You're talking bukkake, right?" 51 asked."Well, well, well," grinned Lillian, nudging the Black bodyguard. "Do you want to get your slut on with us, 51?" No, thanks. My husband's expecting me."Violet looked at me and mouthed 'bukkake'. I shrugged."Bring him along. We could use another Black guy with a big dick showering us in spunk!" I'm..." 51 yawned, " ... too tired. Have fun."Lillian shrugged, "Your loss."51 pulled out her Nextel, the cell-phone-like radios. She even pulls them out so he can glance at her large areola and now erect nipples. He has always loved her large breasts, which are still quite beautiful even after nursing her kids.Sarah‘s panties are soaked by the time they get to the house. They go straight to the sofa, pulling her dress off as they move together. He kisses her hard and passionately as her hands tear at his belt buckle and pants. Finally getting his manhood free of its' cage, she drops down and takes the head of his. Jace was a relatively tall guy, standing at five feet, eleven inches. He had dark brown eyes which were almost glossy, ‘Bedroom eyes’ as his mother had once said. His usual attire was a pair of dark blue denim jeans, black socks that go just past his ankles, black runners with blue laces, a black shirt with the words ‘Believe in yourself, should everyone else forget,’ printed on it, and a long black leather coat that goes halfway down his thighs. He has a slight limp to his walk now from an.