He says where can we go? I say my roommate is home, lets go to a hotel, I’ll pay for that. He says cool. We hear the little boy cry out dad, dad.... He is finished pee-pee and he can’t see us cause we’re leaving the park. He begins screaming and sobbing, he’s real scared. The man says you gonna help me bust that nut, I say cool. He smiles at me and kinda rubs his finger across my cheek, kinda sweet. God, I love this guy! I feel bad for the kid but I’m just so horny and the guy’s don’t. “You’re no angel yourself, Jon”. Touché, I thought. Part Two ~ her perspective~My husband Jon and I married early in life. That was the best part. Because we both loved each other and also knew that there was a difference between love and sex. And we LOVED sex. We always flited with our friends and really enjoyed the times when we one would watch the other making out with one of our friends, and while the furthest either of us got was either giving or getting head, or eating pussy or getting. Oh, and please call me Hank. I feel kind of odd fucking somebody who calls me 'Mr. Walker.'" OK, Hank. I'll be right back." Hilly practically ran from the room to wherever it was that the stuff was stored. She was back in less than two minutes with the pump and three vials, this time. I guess she was expecting great things from me.Alice wanted to watch, and neither Hilly nor I objected, so she stood at the end of the bed in order to get a good view of me penetrating Hilly's cunt. That was when. The 3 remaining blacks whos names I had already forgotten were jabbering away in some African American speech that I could not really follow but from their gestures it was obvious they were deciding the batting order and taking the piss out of the newly to become cuckold. About 20 minutes later Dean returned looking flushed and smelling of sex, to his credit he looked sheepish and did not accept the offer of high fives from the black boys, he turned to me and asked if I were ok, I replied with.