I ain't felt it twitch like that in ten years. Thought it was dead, I did." A sudden lightness took over his face. "Ummmm, maybe you can do an old man... a big favor and brush the rust off it before it snaps off? Nah, too much to ask, I knows. At ma age, I can be offensive and still forgivn. Hell, I ain't got nothin to lose and probly not many days left to ask. So, tell me, what WUZ you doin in heah before I got on? I mean egzactly."Ann was visibly shocked and slyly admonished, "Now Art, that's. Benjamin, the baker who brought me fresh bread every morning, gaped at me with wide lidless eyes. His fingers were missing, his hands bloody stumps at the end of gray gangrenous arms. I turned my eyes from him, only to have them fall upon his daughter, Sasha. She stood naked in the cold, feeling none of the wind that played through her hair. Her breasts were putrid sores dripping puss down her stomach. Scabs covered her sex and one leg was absent from the knee down. On and on the army of. "But she's as straight as I am, and she was all mixed up about how could she be physical with me when she loved her husband and kids and was always faithful? Then she told me about some English ladies long ago who had written highly erotic letters to each other, and talked about their love, but, as far as she knew, had never done anything physical about it. Maybe we could be like that. But that wasn't what she wanted, either.The next day she sent me--an apology!"I've made a fool of myself. Will. When that last guy came in my womb; Aaron replaced him and pushed his hard cock deep inside of my sore cunt. I soon screamed in ecstasy, as my new black lover filled me up again and again…Some of the guys said they wanted to feel my husband’s asshole.Victor just smiled and braced himself on all fours.A Vaseline jar came out from any place and soon I watched as those huge black dicks took turns to fuck my lovely hubby’s asshole. Victor cried in pain sometimes; but I knew he was enjoying the.