His dick was curved and clean and he stood in front of my wife as a new era version of the roman statue. It just looks like a dick looks more erotic ...and vicious when it is black. I looked at my wife and her eyes were staring at the big dick that was within mouthful reach. She could not help put reach to it with her right hand and touch it with the tips of her fingers as if she was touching a silky soft kitten. Steve’s thighs looked like the thighs of a black stallion and he had a firm. My wife had to touch my feet daily in the morning as sign of respect andany young person like Raj and Naina also used to touch my feet wheneverthey used to come and meet us. I always kept a distance and never used todivulge in laughter or fun. My sex life was also simple with sex onlyonce in every month and used to do a simple one with no love making andno postures. Pooja always felt incomplete but she dare not express herthoughts.Everything was going well till recently Raj started falling. .. not yet anyway."I managed to pull out a chair and sit down while maintaining my composure. I wasn't sure exactly what was going on here of course, but I felt like I was about to find out. Suddenly I pictured myself the fly sitting between two spiders, Black Widows at that."So, you told her about last night then?" I asked with a surprised tone to my voice.I figured the best defense in this circumstance was a good offence. By raising the question and throwing it back at Maggie, I hoped that. My lust and desire for him jack up to high gear wanting him deep inside me. I slide two fingers into me and begin to fuck myself harder. I let my mind go back to fucking him on the couch. I can feel his hands on my hips forcing me harder down on his cock, his mouth still on my nipples switching back and forth driving me insane. I arch my back spreading my legs a little wider laying on the couch as I fuck myself the thought of him jerking off for me, the thought of having him inside me, the.