I felt his black balls slapping my bottom, knowing that they were full of his black seed that would be pumped deep inside my white womb. I was ready f...or him to shoot his sperm hard into me.Buck was now taking full advantage of my husband's wife as he pleasured himself and drove me to new heights of sexual arousal that I had never experienced before. I screamed out, "I'm cumming!! OH BUCK!" as I started to shake all over. I then realized that Buck was pulsating in me as well as he pulled tighter. I could see some hair around her knicker elastic. She was edible.“So... lovely day!” She said.“Yes. Yes... a lovely day... for it.” I added.“Got any plans?” She asked. Her eyebrow raised in suggestive fashion.“Well. It's Sunday so I'm hoping to worship my new god.” I joked.“Oh? And who is that then?” She radiated good humour as she spoke.“I worship Polly's bum on Sundays.” I said. She softly chucked. “I had no idea it was that important!” She mocked. “How does this worship manifest itself?”“Oh. I figured I would just sneak into the basement occasionally and spy on Jean as she did her business around the house.After Jean's seduction I watched her very carefully to see if her behavior changed at all, to see if she became any less modest or if she started to show any interest in other men if they flirted with her. As far as I could tell she hadn't changed at all. That is until one day when we stopped for lunch at a sidewalk cafe. Jean was reading the newspaper while we were waiting for. He stopped inches away from him. She smiled quietly to herself, gently biting her bottom lip and admiring the crude chivalry. He glared at him. "Apologise," he commanded, his volume conversational, his tone intense. The older man looked embarrassed, but pride got the better of him. "Piss off," he managed, in an attempt to sound unintimidated, and began to turn away. Her knight grabbed the man's jacket by the lapel, close to his neck, pushing him further against the table. There were gasps from.