I reached over and rested my fingertips on the back of his hand, glancing at it as if looking for something and spoke in a distracted voice.“I think... so, too,” then looked up at him, smiling coquettishly.From there it was all a formality, a politely flirtatious waltz, neither wanting to appear too eager or anxious while we danced around what we both, by now, knew was going to happen. When we got up to dance (actually dance, as opposed to the metaphorical waltz I was just speaking of) I pressed. Ah, how she wished to fuck the striking black man in her yoga class. Or the young blonde intern at the office. Or that broad-shouldered, well dressed young guy on the L-train. Alas, these seemed inappropriate and implausible fantasies. She could fuck, however, in her mind at least, this naked “Adonis” across the garden, who seemed to beat-off for her pleasure nearly every Sunday morning.As “Adonis” dropped his phone and worked his cock with increased vigor, Marian picked up her own pace. She. He did his best to push his cock completely inside but he was too big. He increased his speed. His 10 inch cock was ramming her pussy. He was continuously pumping his cock with great thunder. My wife moaned in pleasure. She held his muscular body tight while he was thrusting his cock. His initial thrusts were soft and slow but later his thrusts became wild and hard. My dream came true. I wanted someone very handsome guy to fuck my beautiful wife and this was happening!Ranveer continued with his. The party of six was disgusted by what they saw. It looked like a war zone.As they walked they could still hear the crying and moaning of those who were hurt or morning their dead.Everyone started to sprint into action, headed for where the loudest outcries were coming from, but sped up their run as they heard a voice ringing out over the cries. Someone was organizing the town's people into rescue attempts.As they rounding into the square they could see a big bear of a man, while his right arm.