I was wet; wet enough to allow his penetration with ease, and I let out a deep moan as he entered my cunt…I wrapped my long legs around him and hook...ed my feet over his shoulders, I wasn't going to let him go. I needed this so badly. He pumped me hard, still holding my breasts and kissing my lips lovingly as I pushed my hips up slightly to meet his thrusts as he moved inside of me. I felt like such a woman tonight, that black man made me feel so sensual, so sexy, and for this I wanted him to. In my urgency there wasn't time to strip her, so she lay there in the slut clothes that Graham had so recently fucked her in. I was soon sliding my cock into that warm wet tunnel that was coated in the fresh spunk of another man, and the feel of it on my cock was electric. Added to that, the knowledge that my fresh young wife had just been fucked by a driving instructor old enough to be her father, made holding back almost impossible.That first cuckolded fuck was fast and furious and the memory. “No, I’m good. I better get back and see what my naughty brother is up to.”When she crossed the hot sand, Hanna realized she was wet, not wet like when she blew a guy, but she was dripping wet between her legs. She had never felt anything like it before and it made her scared.oOoMike lay on his bed reading a comic when Hanna stormed in.“What’s wrong with you?” he asked, looking at his sister who stood with her back against the door.She came forward and stood by his bed. “Feel my pussy.”Like so. The smiles that they had on their faces when we told them we’d like that, gave all of us the warm and fuzzy’s. Oh yeah, Steve was rapidly becoming Greg’s new bourbon drinking, biker buddy and Brenda was a hoot, joking around with Sarah and Mary.There were several small groups talking about different sights around here they wanted to ride to over the next few days. Everyone slurped down many more beers and drinks before anyone ever began thinking of calling it a night.I felt that in the morning.