Suddenly, Nick gently pushed me to his right as he got down on all fours on the floor. He pulled his white polo shirt off and I literally swooned. I h...ad never before seen a man with so much body hair on his chest and tummy in my life. It wasn’t curly but very silky and black. I wanted desperately to touch it as I was in disbelief that it was real. Nick reached for his Chuck Taylors and pulled them off. “Oh my! Wow! I’ve got the hottest hunk ever right here with me!” I thought. Nick was on all. Satisfied that it was suitably vertical, I cranked down the clamps and congratulated myself (in my mind) for a job well done. ‘I love it!’ Morgan cried, clapping her hands together like a kid. Standing there next to her, looking around at the painted block walls and the ratty brown carpet of her dreary duplex, I was reminded of that first Christmas with my first wife all those years ago. We lived week-to-week back then, furnishing our apartment with junk from the swap meet, eating beans or. Arching and bucking, pumping and hunching her back violently as the big rubber cock was repeatedly rammed deeply into and pulled back out of her sopping wet fuck slit, she groaned and squealed for over a full minute while showing us how hot this perverse experience was making her! Slowly her climax subsided and she eased the dildo out of her cunt. The inner walls of her pink pussy flesh stretched outward as if reluctant to give up its’ pleasure. But, true to form, my little masturbation junkie. " She slid off my pants revealing of plain black boxer-briefs with a tent pitched in the middle. She pulled those off too as I rested my head on a soft pillow. She took my hard cock in her hand and as she began to stroke she said, "Nice." She rolled the condom over my throbbing cock, unsure if I could take any more, she got up next to me. "Let's take it slow." Now there was no turning back. She slung herself over me and slowly sat down on my dick. As I felt her soft, warm, wet, tight,.