Wilbur was very vocal and he asked me if his black dick felt better than my husband's white one. I answered that I liked them long, hard and thick. Hi...s filthy words made me get crazy…Wilbur redoubled his assault in my eager cunt and he kept asking me if he was a better lover than my husband. Of course, I finally had to admit that he was much better. He was hung like a horse and I was feeling sensations that I had never gave me my beloved Victor’s cock deep inside of me.My black bull finally. "Have I told you how handsome and strong you are?" Only a couple thousand times," he smiled.Carol giggled."I think we should make a plan for us to return to London as soon as they're gone to their reward in heaven," he said. "Let's each start thinking of what we're to do then." Have you ever thought about going to your mother's and just knocking on the door?" Hi Mum, I'm your son Ian. Am I still welcome?"They both laughed.Carol turned her back to him. Her bum was bare when he took off her. "What are you two girls doing? You should be offto your common rooms. Hermione, I would think you, of all people, wouldknow better."Hermione's face flushed red, and tears started to stream down her face asher wand clattered to the stone floor. Professor McGonagall took a halfstep back in surprise, as she reached out to take hold of the cryinggirl. Kyle was still fondling himself, completely oblivious to hissurroundings."Oh, Professor," Hermione cried, "it was an accident, I swear! . They had found the sniper’s nest in the woods near his house, and a religious pamphlet that talked about judgment day and criticized everything from the porn industry to artificial cheese. Everybody from the FBI to the Boy Scouts was now involved in the investigation. Turns out Roberto had friends in high places, people who’s campaigns he’d heavily invested in. Who would have guessed? I just shook my head. A garden, a fucking garden? And a wife? No wonder he’d never hit on me. And fuck, he was.