...my husband was cross dressing sissy whore that loved big black dick. There I said it. Now understand that I loved my husband very much and still do.... The divorce was all him. I supported him and his preferences. I even helped him with perfecting his look and all that went with his lifestyle. Now that that is said this black monster was his. And as for why it was on the floor. The screaming the neighbors reported was in fact me. ( I’m sure Jerome was painting a really clear picture in his mind. He fucked me very nicely... going in and out and with a lot of energy in his trusts into my gushing wet cunt. His cock felt nice and very hard.As the guy began to pick up his own pace, my loving Victor leaned on me and pinched my hard nipples just the way I loved.I came moaning and screaming loud, as the guy continued pumping me.Five minutes later, I heard him grunting and he pulled out from me. He aimed his throbbing cockhead to my body and it burst all over my belly.I wanted more… I needed. She pushed a button in the corner, and the floor inflated. She looked at Crystal and said, "We're using his tent from now on."That night would be only the beginning of my sexual revolution. These women were insatiable, unlike my wife, who treated sex as a chore, to be dealt with swiftly, and infrequent. Nancy and Crystal couldn't seem to get enough. They marveled at my staying power. Past young lovers had left them faking it, or just not reaching orgasm; I was able to get both of them off each. Stacy immediately phoned the number and an appointment was made for that afternoon.The interview was brief and given his background, Stacy was offered the job. The two things that delighted Stacy the most, was that the pay was infinitely better than what he was currently earning, and secondly, the working schedule was unbelievable. One would work on the rig for a solid fourteen days and then be off for the following twenty-one days, and so on. A further thought that also crossed his mind,.