” I nodded, willing the silly blush to go away and stared at his ass as he left up the stairs. What can I say, it was perfect. Walking into the livi...ng room, I eyed the sofa and the chairs, and pushed the cushioning off of a wooden chair to save him the soaked furniture as best as I could. Samuel and I were both bartenders in a mix between a restaurant and a bar downtown. I wasn’t normally swooning over him so much, but I usually wasn’t in his house and soaking wet with a dress clinging to my. She squats down and her crotch is only inches away from his face. John was all set to bite lick or in some way taste that wet panty cover pussy. But no she stopped just short. John reared his head up but she moved away.  Not so fast there, you have to ask nice.She can see the look in John’s eyes; the look of a man filled with desire, lust, hunger and mmmmmmmmm a little desperation. Good, I got you now.John is nodding and bucking his head up toward her pussy. If I take the gag. I wanted her. I needed her. Looking through her profile on the computer, I noticed she was 23, lived right down the street, and, from the subtle text in her comments field, my supervisor's wife. “ROBS WIFE. DON’T FUCKING TOUCH.” read the comment. That’s where I must have met her. A few months ago I went to a party at Rob’s house. As my mind slammed on the brakes, the outside world coming to a halt, a little observation crossed my mind like a subway reader board. ...Rob’s away this week at a. You really let ten black men fuck you awhile ago? she added. I laughed, mom, it was a family, three dads, and the other seven, I dont really think were old enough to drive yet, I answered her.But, the answer is yes, ten black cocks, plus a dog, I added. Honey, you have more nerve than I do, she said. Not nerve mom, I am just horny for the nastiest sex that I can get. Baby, stop, she said. I could tell she wanted some cock right now, the way her ass was moving around in the chair. My pussy was.