Her moaning increased in pitch, she was now sweating as badly as I was, making small puddles form upon the bedsheets. Her orgasm began to come, her ba...ck arching more and more, my fingers continuing their pleasure and my own manhood pulsing with bliss. Then, with a loud moan of her own making, she reached her orgasm, arching to an incredible degree, and sank back down into the bedsheets and pillow, her moans simmering lower to a normal tone, a silly satisfaction grin plastered on her face.I. Or perhaps I should go back and sit by your wife and get to know her better. She seems to be the one wearing the pants in your family. The pants her daddy bought you.’ Peter turned beet red and it looked, for a second, like he was going to strike her. But instead, he took her wrist in a strong grip, opened the French door with the other hand, and propelled her out onto the stone patio of the garden. He dragged her over into the bushes and against the blank side wall of a pool house, and trapped. He began to slide his hand up and down my throbbing veiny shaft, slipping my well-lubricated foreskin back and forth over my swollen cockhead, and, although I couldn’t see it, I knew that the precum was oozing out over his hand as he wanked me.He pulled his own cock out of his trousers, and I could see it sticking out but almost invisible in the dim shadows, as he stroked it with his other hand. “Would you play with mine?” he whispered “I’ll pay you ten dollars”. I pretended to be hesitant, but. I usually had one bloke up my cunny, and one in my mouth. As soon as one big black African hosed me down, another would take his place. My uterus was flooded up pretty soon, and I could feel it leaking down into my arse crack after a while. It made such a lovely sloshing sound when those big hard cocks were sliding in and out of me, don't you know, Mum? I know you've heard that sound! :) LOL. I probably swallowed about a liter of their babies too, it was hot and spicy, not at all like that.