He felt a little bad that he’d cut the guy off so quickly. But when he realized that he was thinking about taking Mark’s cock in his hand when he ...xploded, he felt a mix of guilt and confusion that he couldn’t understand.His phone went off at 7:30, and he lay there for a couple of minutes getting his bearings. He idly fondled his cock and thought about last night. He grabbed the phone and pulled up the last picture of Mark’s wife. What a fucking ass, he thought. He’d never shared the pictures. If a guy looks friendly, I usually take my chances and tell him. Their normal reaction is one of embarrassment and usually they say, "Oops," or "Thanks," and turn away and pull up their zipper as discretely as possible. One error in judgement on my part, left me vowing to never tell another guy. It was in Wal*Mart, a very busy place and this guy got all pissed off and says very meanly, "What are ya looking down there for anyway?" He did not bother to do up his fly. His poor wife got embarrassed. She just sat there full to the brim of stiff black fuckmeat. After a couple of minutes that seemed like hours the began grinding thie hips riding each other , wild raw and orgasmic sex, pure fucking , awesome wild fucking. Angie was sweating like an old whore, swearing and encouraging Jez to fuck her harder and harder, faster and faster, deeper and deeper. She then froze, screamed , squirted and shook in a massive orgasm. Jez's arse and balls tightened and he shot rope after rope of black. I helped unload our legitimate cargo of bales of Thai silk and Japanese scotch and load a quantity of wooden furniture and several crates of well-drilling equipment for a remote New Hebrides venture before sprucing myself up for a run ashore. The skipper had other plans. I was appointed watch-on-board for the duration of our brief stay and got no further inland than the foot of the gangplank.The rascals told me I hadn't missed much and I believed them. We sailed on, into the Sulu Sea, where we.