It was an addiction. I was a junkie and you were my heroin. But I didn’t want to kick the habit, and I didn’t want you to kick the habit for me, e...ither. So I just tried to be non-disgusting and happy with what I could get.”I slumped. I’d tossed my verbal cookies again. This girl was punching every button I had.“So, all this time, you never made a move on me because you thought I’d be disgusted?”“Well, sure,” I said. “I mean every time I even offered to buy you a cup of coffee you acted like I. ”Resting the still running vibe against her pussy, I walked to the closet, watching my image getting closer, with every step. In the broad shoulders and cordlike muscles wrapping around my legs and arms, I was physically almost everything I wanted to be. What was missing was a conversation piece cock. I slid the closet door open, grabbed the black plastic bag and removed all that I was not.In my hand, the fearsome shaft was mindbending. I held it near my own length and girth and marveled at the. She was moaning with approval and put her hands on his to help him find just the right spot. The combination of his black hands on her white tits was amazing. Her eyes were going from half open to closed but never fully open. Anne then spun around on his lap to face him and his dick never came out of her. She sat up in a squatting position and ran his dick in and out of her at a much faster pace. She looked back over her shoulder at me and asked me to lie on the bed beside Mark. I moved into. The first guy hadn't been at her long when he gasped he was filling her up already. My wife gave out encouraging excited yelps around the cock in her mouth, obviously urging him to fill her well fucked wet cunt. Well he pulled out and I could see a few strings of his cum from her cunt to his cock. Instead of standing back, he got on his back and wriggled up the bed, he pushed her legs wider so she got lower. God he was still hard! He nuzzled his cock at her dripping entrance then told her to.