John pushed steadily as inch by inch of black meat was being forced into Sue's tight throat. I could see Sue's throat expand as the giant tool stretch...ed her. Sue's lips worked around John's black meat as if she were helping to swallow the cock. Finally, John's long prick was gone, buried inside Sue's throat. John backed off a bit removing about four inches from her and then pushed back in. Then John slowly withdrew his tool giving Sue a chance to breathe. The giant thing glistened from Sue's. That happens to be one of my passions, so we had a common purpose when I lay down between her legs, slid my arms under those legs and feasted. Her cries of joy spurred me on to greater excesses, with first one finger inside her, then two, then three. When she demanded another. I thought for a while she would want my whole fist in her, but it never got to that point as I found her ‘G’ spot, within minutes she screamed through a climax, followed almost immediately by another, then one more. It. No words were spoken. We both knew it wasn’t credible that I “needed” to shave every day at exactly the same time she took a shower. There was at that instant a psychic understanding, an agreement. She knew I was a watcher. She was the watched. She dried in the shower but this time when she exited, she held the towel in front of her body. She thanked me. I saw her naked back and buttocks as she left. I could hardly wait for Wednesday. It went the same as the day before, only this time. For the first time since her marriage to Joe, a need to experience a man other than him was about to overrule everything she believed about her marriage. But the consequences would be incalculable, she knew it instinctively, did not have to analyse, — could not anyhow. And so she wriggled free, her breathing precipitous; as if hauled from the depths of an iced lake.The hiss of her voice as she pushed him away, "No! I can't. Please, Mike. No!" seemed to echo around the room, a shout from a.