I said sure, since now we were in the real south…My fantasy had always been to watch my sweet wife fucking a well hung black man. I had mentioned it... many times when we have both been having sex; Ana said it would turn her on to have someone watch her having sex with a black man, especially if it was me.One evening we went to spend a while in a local pub. After so many drinks I could not remember most of the night there…The next morning, while nursing a massive hard hangover, Anita commented. "Taylor gulped at the story that was unfolding before her."Now I'm gonna do you a solid and give you some tips that I never got andhad to learn the hard way," he said."Number one- whatever you do to this body stays with this body," he said,pointing at his still pierced ears and waving a now incredibly unfittinghalf manicured hand."So don't let your so called 'girlfriends' get you drunk and talk youinto something stupid," he said as he turned around and pointed to thesmall of his back, where he. Liz had ended up sitting straight up on my shoulders, her pussy pressed to my mouth. As I had lifted her she had tightened her tummy and I got the full measure of my nightcap but still I sucked as I had seen Sam do, and I had bigger lungs.I could not hear clearly but there was yes, yes, more as I sucked and used my tongue.Suddenly I was drinking nectar not wine. Liz had had a climax. I held her there until her legs relaxed and I could breath fully again, a couple of deep breaths and tighten all. Yes, that's it - eleven."Deirdre looked most interested at this."I was sure you were making this up in a way, Amanda, but that last bit is very singular. Do you know what happened in seventeen fifty two?"Amanda shook her head."Well" Deirdre continued. "That's when they introduced the Gregorian Calendar into England and Wales. We lost eleven days. That's why the tax year starts on April the Sixth rather than Lady Day - the Twenty Fifth of March - like it always did before. So really you are.