He’d left behind a girlfriend, and he knew I’d left behind a boyfriend. The more we spoke, the more attractive I found him. His skin was mocha-col...ured, his head covered in dark, soft curls. He wasn’t classically handsome, but his cheekbones and full lips fascinated me. That night, our floor gathered in the kitchen for a drinking session. I only had a couple of drinks, but it doesn’t take much to get me drunk. Will and I ended up sitting next to each other, his hand on my knee under the table. "Thanks, honey, I needed to blow off that load," he said to my wife."That's okay. Anytime," she replied with a smile. She pulled away so I could no longer get access to her pussy. "Y'know, I made some money tonight," she said to me.I looked at her, puzzled, the reality of what had happened to me finally beginning to settle somewhere in my confused and fuzzy mind. "Huh?" I made some money tonight." Eh, how much?" I asked, not really understanding what she meant."A dollar." A what?" A dollar. I. She could see the bulge on my boxer.Again I started kissing her lips hard and inserted my hand in her pussy. It was dripping with her love juice. I tasted it and gave her my finger and she licked her own juice. I tore her bra and removed her panty and licking biting her boobs. She has pink areola which is stiff and inviting.I left a few bite marks and went down to her belly. I asked her about the availability of honey and ice cream. She showed me a fridge and a cupboard. I asked her about the. "I raised my camera and zoomed in closely on his face, their was not an ounce of humor in his expression. I snapped a few pictures."Take their women, take them, without permission if you must. Lift the skirt of their wives, unhook their daughter's bra, reach in and squeeze her pale flesh, squeeze what you want, grab whatever you want, then establish your new homes deep inside their bellies."The men were beginning to get really excited. By their smiles and perverted hand gestures, clearly they.