She came over to the bed and I sat up. She sat next to me and rustled my hair.“It’s okay,” she said. “I’m not mad.”I couldn’t look her i...n the eyes. But I didn’t get a nice view of her cleavage through her robe. It was tied closed but had loosened a bit when she sat down. Her breasts were pushing against the confines of the material. I was still fully erect, and she could no doubt see it.“You’re not?” I asked.She smiled. “Of course not. I already knew what you were doing before I even came in.”I. She screamed out in pain and her flailing arms hit her sleeping husband. Ray showed no mercy, increased speed, and pounded her pussy brutally; the pain subsided and an overpowering feeling of pure pleasure overtook her entire body. The white girl moaned like a wanton whore, wrapped her creamy legs around his waist, and fucked him back as hard as she could. She cried out, "Oh god! I'm Cumming; please fuck meee, Ohhh... Yesssss!!! Fill me up with you're big black cock...Oh oh, shitttttt!!!" He. Most annoying, she really did hate to loose the time. ‘So I’m thinking a little you and me might be in order, babe. You’re one hot tamale, for an old gal, if you get my drift.’ ‘I’m afraid I have to close early, Henry. Perhaps we should have this conversation later, say, when you’re sober.’ ‘What’s the matter, babe, got a hot date?’ He bellowed. ‘I have plans,’ and she did. It was her intention to prune her roses this evening. ‘Ah man, my first free night in twenty-six years and my girl freezes. Squatting slightly, I entered her pussy in one smooth thrust. Now I don’t consider myself large in the cock department, I’m about eight inches with average girth, but my dick couldn’t have filled her up more. If this wasn’t the hottest, tightest pussy I had ever been in I sure couldn’t recall any better. Her ex-husband must have been a pencil-dick if he wasn’t fucking this every chance he got.Only the thought of getting into her smaller hole kept me from.