’ I said calmly. She turned her head and ‘mm hmd’ me. ‘Hey, I was just thinking..’ I remarked, as we walked towards the door. ‘We should ...ave sex tonight.’ She turned and let out a sexy, evil laugh. ‘Okay.’ — I chuckled out loud, then coughed as I inhaled the cold air. Damn, it’s cold. ‘Your mother loved having sex, you know.’ I said. Michael stopped in the snow and cursed. ‘I really…really… REALLY hate it when you tell me these things.’ I laughed, not cruelly, at his discomfort. ‘Please. You. She didnt move at all. I wispered in her ear to see if shed wake up and nope nothing. So i started poking her big butt and still nothing, so i pinched her little brown nipples and still nothing. So i slapped her ass 'SMACK' her ass jiggled and still nothing. I laughed, and signed my boys over and said screw it yall seen her touch her up now. So as they waited in line like good boys haha... they all had their turn carresing her juicy bubble butt her nice titties as i drank my beer and watched. Once or twice I had to give him handjobs to relieve his tension, and once I gave him a blowjob in the cinema whilst we watched Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire. I suspect he got horny watching Hermione.On my 16th birthday we rode our bikes all the way to Strathaven Park for a picnic, about 20 miles. It was a lovely day, not too hot, which is nice for cycling. We set our picnic out on a rug, mum had made us sandwiches, apples and a bottle if Irn Bru for me and a can of beer for Finlay, who. “Come on you wimp, feel that nigger cum on your little white cock, feel how powerful and intoxicating it is.” This idea of my wife fucking a BBC in front of me had spiraled out of control. I pumped her pussy faster, feeling Jamal’s nigger seed inside my wife and making her pussy slippery, leaking out and dripping down my own balls. She was stretched out from his BBC and was not tight at all. She looked over her right shoulder at me. “What’s the matter honey?” “You don’t like the tattoo’s?”.