No … I am dress to stop a male’s heart and my body and mind are on fire with the idea of what I am intending.“Hello? Are you here?”From the r...ight side by the window looking onto the covered porch, “I’m … I’m here … yes … Ma’am.”I turn to the voice but still don’t see him. “You have to show yourself. This won’t work unless you materialize. Are you afraid of me?”The smokey shadow appears. He might be the youngest in the group but Hardaway only took those over 18 years old. He was shorter. Grabbing the stone, he lifted it to his face and blew.The stone glowed, sucking the warmth from his hands. Energy swirled around inside of it, and it ignited, shedding a warm glow that reminded Mike of a salt lamp. It was surprisingly warm, so he set it down in front of him. Soon the whole cavern was toasty. Sighing, Mike stripped off his wet clothes and laid them next to the stone to dry, wrapping himself in the blanket.“She said to make sure that comes back,” Cecilia informed him. “She got it. She was so happy to see me at her wedding that she whispered as we danced, “I want to give you one more nice blowjob, Bill.”“On your wedding day?”“Yes. It will be a naughty secret that we’ll always share. Okay?”“Okay.”“Okay, meet me in the church library in five minutes. I’ll tell Greg that I’m going to change.”“Okay. Five minutes in the library.”When I entered the dark, quiet library, I had no idea where Christine was hiding, so I just cleared my throat and waited.“Psst. I’m up here,” she. She looked as though she was getting the best fuck of her life. I thought about what her pussy would look like after he pulled out. I wondered, if I was lucky enough to fuck her again, five minutes after she had him, if my 7" cock would even feel the walls of her cunt.I looked around at my fellow cuckolded husbands, and they all seemed to be comfortable and pleased with what they were witnessing, their wives receiving fulfilling sexual pleasure from a bigger black cock than their husbands.