He looked down at her with dispassionate eyes, watching the wind ruffle the loose ends of her black hair. She looked very pale, small, and frail in th...e darkness. Already like a corpse, so, really it was only a formality that he was performing. ‘I have to. Don’t you understand that by now?’ His voice was husky, full of emotion, even though he tried his hardest to hide it. You can’t hide love. ‘This is the best, for both of us, for everyone.’ ‘No.’ Her lips barely parted enough for the word to. She said I want my cunt stretched out and leaking cum. She said not to forget to tell them that my butthole will be available too. That night I started calling the names in my wife's little black fuck book. Since it was up to me to line up the guys I figured I'd make the line up all well hung black guys. I wanted her pussy sore for several days after this. I told each guy that my wife asked that they save up their loads so they could fill her up with their seed. Friday night two weeks from. When he was hard enough, she rode him to amutual climax. She enjoyed banging him and arranged tostop over two afternoons a week for fun. He said that hefelt like a “new man” in every sense of the word and shewas very pleased.Tony was married to Carrie’s grandmother for a long timeso they had already become good friends. She knew he wasintelligent, non-judgmental, imaginative, and open-minded. He was basically aware of her marital historyand multi-boyfriend lifestyle. Now that. “I’m sorry papa.” she said between her sobs.“That’s okay. You can do well next time.” He said, hugging her back. “But why did you do so badly this time?” he asked her again, this time calmly.Sada let go of her embrace and looked down in embarrassment.“Tell me, if there’s anything I can do…” he said.“I love you papa,” she said, still looking down at the floor.“I love you too beta,” Gopichand said with a fatherly affection.“No papa,” Sada looked into her father’s eyes lustily. She gripped her.