I felt my orgasm building up rapidly and I couldn't keep my head down."What did I tell you, slut?" Will spat at me and he pushed my head back down ont... Sir's cock. I couldn't breathe and was trying to get my wits about me as the three rhythms that were going on around me kept changing; both speeding up and slowing down. Sir pressed onto my g-spot harder and massaged it rougher. His tongue flicked faster and faster on my throbbing clit. Will plunged into my asshole over and over as Sir's cock. “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?”. The damn key just wouldn’t fit properly in the hole. “Don’t you hate when it won’t fit in the hole?” I said to the centurion flowerpot and then sniggered. Exasperated, I tried the doorknob, it was blessedly unlocked. I offered up a silent prayer to John, “Thank-you husband for being so wise and brave and for having the foresight to leave the door unlocked.” My mouth was dry and my head was starting to ache. I found my way into the kitchen and grabbed the aspirin out of the cabinet. The bottle. “Would something like that be expensive?”“Depends on the condition of the boat, what the sails are like, electrics, motor and so on. I’ve seen some as low as five grand, but they look like they were just about ready to sink. We could get something reasonable for maybe eight or ten thousand; we would probably need to do some work on something like that, get some new sails, replace the running rigging, stuff like that.”“So if we got something like that, where could we go for a few days? Are there.