I did this for maybe a minute before she pushed me off and grunted."Oh, shit. I almost came baby."I smiled and licked the tip of her dick. "You must b...e pent up. Do you want to cum?"She bit her lip and pushed her dick forward to my tongue, jerking it a little. "Yes, but I feel bad," she said sheepishly, "Kind of quick, no?"I laughed and just started bobbing my head on her dick again before taking it out and saying, "Do you want to cum in my mouth?" Mhmmm" she purred, jerking the base of her dick. It has a large yard big enough to play football in and a swimming pool of almost Olympic proportions. My friends envied me. If they only knew that it was my own private hell. I longed to escape it for years and years. Meet the wolves who raised me, folks. My father Francisco Saint-Marc is a tall, dark-skinned and rather stern-looking Haitian-American man who makes his living as a Massachusetts State Police Officer. He moved to the United States of America in 1987 at the age of twenty four,. Hmmm… I really wondered what was happening under the table at the other side… A finger suddenly made his move under my string and found his way between my juicy lips. I looked at Mr Spain who dared to try this naughty move. "Go on", I heard myself saying and turned my head to Mr Dutch who was kissing my nipple. When he looked up at me I kissed him on his mouth in the same way his wife kissed me in the afternoon. A tongue touching mine and a finger slowly in and out my pussy were a nice foreplay. Three native looking menwere around her. They were all fully clothed but theircocks were out. I could see in the street light, theirdirty, wrinkled cocks. One enourmous cock was about toenter her loose pussy. I saw in amazement as thisworker rubbed his black uncut cock head on her pussylips and slowly eased it in. The entire length of thecock which was about eight inches long and at leastfour inches thick entered my wife’s sloppy pussy.Another black worker had somehow worked his slimy.