I could see that her orgasm was building very slowly, almost torturously slow. My wife would rock her hips back and forth trying to get William to sp...eed up but he held his pace. She began clawing at his ass and pulling him to her, “fuck me, fuck me harder, please fuck me harder,” she began screaming. William paused the video and patted me on the back again, “see I told you, this is just the beginning of her becoming my white slut”. My cock got even harder than it was and started to ache. . I think to myself, “there is no way he wants to know me.” But this story is different. Slightly. This is the story about the man who it is still impossible for me to hate even though I should. This is the story of my Pancake Man. I admit I haven’t known him long but the things he could do to me made my heart beat faster like it never had before. Don’t get me wrong, I respond sexually to a lot of people but not like I did to him. Not like I still do to thoughts of him. The problem is, with every. I moaned loudly with pleasure as Jennifer ever so skillfully slid her tongue up and down my fully erect cock, flicking at the head then teasingly sliding down and around the girth of me. The immense pleasure draining my brain of blood as it rushed to my happy throbbing and engorged penis.I could think of nothing else, only experience the intense pleasure as Jennifer continued to slurp and pleasure my cock with her wet tongue.New moans and groans emerged from me as her hands skillfully caressed. As she sat, her dress again rode up and I saw clearly her gorgeous, chunky white thighs above her stocking tops and glimpsed too her red panties stretched tightly over her lips. Though he couldnt share the view, he could clearly see her exposed thighs and quite brazenly he stared at them, before placing his huge black hand firmly on her right thigh and stroking it. She looked at him, then me. Was she looking for some response or approval? Whatever it was, she promptly moved his hand away but.