" he told me. I slid off of his long, white organ and laid on my stomach across the seat, pointing my ass up at him as he mounted me. His long rod beg...an to pile drive into my hole as he banged me hard, eliciting a loud grunt each time he sunk all the way into me. "This white boy is going to wear that black pussy out." he told me matter-of-factly. "Wear it out baby. Fuck my brains out good with that hard, white cock. I can't ever get enough cock like yours baby." I let him know. "I'm going to. Agle din bua ne pese diye phir kuch tym tk esi chalta rha phir ek din bua ne apna alag ghr le liya or akeli rehti thi tb bua ke pas rukne gya us tym bua or bhi sexy ho gai thi boobas or bade gaand or moti or chodi par ab muje sab pta tha ki bua ko sex chadta tha or mere sath vohi sab karti hai phir bua dekh kr khush ho gai or boli mela babu agya tu maine bola haa bua boli kitne din rahega mene bola 1 hafta kehti chl aja phir sham ko mai khel ke aya tho paseeno me tha tho bua ne kha chl aja. She seemed amused by how visibly shaken I was from her comments. I nervously began to peel away my cloths as she stared at me like a carnival exhibit. "Why are you staring at me like that?" I asked, nervously. My wife was always unpredictable, and the devious look on her face concerned me. "Just shut up and strip, bitch. Unless you want me to keep all my naughty secrets to myself?" "Bitch? What's up with all the derogatory comments, honey? Saying my dick is small, calling me a bitch. I don't. We started a conversation about what where our homes were, our jobs, and why he was going to San Diego (to attend his brothers wedding). We drank more beer and became quite chummy. I wasn't drunk but I was feeling my inhibitions melt away, and I could tell he was loosening up too. From our conversation, we figured out that we both liked sleeping with men. He had by this time put his music away and made me his object of interest. I commented on how I liked how his jeans so nicely fit his physic.