But then after a few long strokes, Ana settled down and began to grind her ass back into him again as he fucked her pussy so hard.I jumped as I heard ...a voice laughing in my ear:"Your white married bitch really loves black cocks…!I looked round and saw an elegant bald black man in his late fifties.He stared at me, saying he was the club’s owner…I turned back to the dance floor just in time to see my wife being led away by several huge black men; her red dress loosely hanging off her sweating. Turn about is fair play for the ladies. I don't play that game with the guys. She was a pretty little thing in a red dress. I was sitting at the bar. We were both drinking bourbon, neat. That attracted me to her. So I slid down and gave her my smile. It works sometimes. Often enough that I get laid. And I mean I have never gone to bed alone when I didn't want too. "Hey, sweet lips. I see you love your bourbon. That's a turn on, you know. What's a little sweetie like you doing all alone?" I. . you can have me as your mistress as well as your ex-wife. Come on, Steve, mi corazon, this has gone on long enough, hasn’t it? How long will you hold to this holiness, righteousness, purity rubbish? Does that keep you warm on those abstinent nights as you chastely wait for marriage with Danielle?” Zoe urged her ex, who gulped and sat, disgusting Danielle’s boss, his pastor, and her priest.“This ... this won’t get the Vatican’s approval for an annulment, I can tell you that much. You and Zoe. “Hey hom, you in there?” No response. “Hey, I’m coming in, ok?” Still no response, so he pushed open the door. He was surprised that the women’s room was as dirty as the men’s room, the only difference between the two was that this one had two stalls instead of a stall and a urinal. It was obvious which stall Mary was in, and now that he was in the little room her crying was pretty obvious. Great, he thought, I’ve made it eighteen years without having to deal with this sort of stuff, where is.