When he examined the box afterward, there wasn't even a mark on it. Even though the material of which the box was made was transparent, it was certain...ly not glass or plastic since none of those would have resisted the penetrating capacity of a 303 high-speed slug without even sustaining a scratch.Vincent then focused his attention on the round buttons arranged in rows. When he pressed one, it did depress half way into the table and a soft musical note was heard coming from the box. It was a. Today, she still adores Don and is full of life. She enjoys having a good time. She has become more of a MILF now. My wife and her are close friends, we spend many hours at each others homes.***This is Don's story.“Alice and I had a pretty normal sex life. I was the instigator of most of our sex sessions. When Alice wanted to fuck, things got pretty wild. She was a screamer and would squirt when she came. This one particular night we were fantasizing about fucking other people. I told of my. Here I was, a gorgeous thirty-two year old blondehousewife kneeling down on the floor in a cheap motelroom. A tall handsome black man with a huge black cockstood in front of me waiting for me to take his cockinside my mouth. If that wasn’t enough! It was myhusbands’ fiftieth birthday!My husband called me his trophy wife. We had twochildren and a large home. My husband was an executivefor a large firm. My mind slipped back to the presentas I moved my face closer to that huge black. I slipped out Brad’s cock, with was a little longer and thinner than Hunter’s. Hunter’s felt thick and was twitching in my hand. Then, I whispered, “What about masturbation?” I stroked their cocks in unison and smiled at them in turn. “If it feels so good, boys, can it really be wrong?” “Our father,” whispered Brad in a faltering voice, “Who art in heaven, hallowed by thy name.” But I squeezed his cock and pumped a little faster; he yelped and shut his mouth. “Does this feel good, Hunter?” “Oh.