And when he stuck it to me I could hear the other men moaning in lust as Jeff fucked me doggy style. He was very vocal and kept asking me if his black... dick felt better then my husband's white one. Did I like them long, dark and thick? It was so strange to have this strange man fucking me and talking dirty, it made me crazy.He kept asking me if he was a better lover than my husband and finally I had to admit that he was. He was hung like a horse and I was feeling sensations the likes of which. “What are you doing Henry? Please don’t stop!”“Don’t worry sweetheart! I just want to try something different,” Henry explained. He grabbed Livia by the hips and flipped her around. Then he asked her to get up onto her hands and knees. While Livia was still wondering about the position change Henry quickly thrust back into her.For Livia, the feeling was just as amazing as the first time Henry had entered her. Only more intense. Having her legs closer together and the extra pressure of her body. In my horny state it wouldn't take too long to stroke myself to a very happy ending; usually imagining sniffing their panties and tonguing their moist fannies - but I digress!Most times she was home and in bed. I could see her face in the mirrored wardrobe doors and I knew she was watching me undress and I could see the bedding gently move as she pressed her thighs together in anticipation of the knobbing she craved and in the knowledge that my lust would give her the excitement that all women. "Can you help me with these?" she asked, as she tried to move something in the rear seat area of the old car. I went over and saw a couple of large old leather suitcases in the back seat. I didn't remembered seeing them in there before, but they were there now, and she wanted to move them. I reached in to help move them.Mary Margaret came into my arms, leaned in and kissed me. I immediately noticed how soft and warm she was and then our lips touched and everything changed. Our lips had only.