Karan definitely was good with massage as I could see my wife lying with closed eyes and enjoying the massage. After sometime Karan went to her legs, ...and was gently massaging her milky thighs. By now my wife looked very relaxed and comfortable. So now was the time for me to get her excited. I took one of my phone and call on the other. Then I pretended that I got a call from my boss. I told my wife that I don’t want to bother her in between so I will take the call outside and come back quickly.. At last his cock softened enough that it popped out of my womb and he pulled himself up and returned to slowly stroking back and forth inside me as I enjoyed the last glow of my orgasm. Once Henry milked the last drop of his black baby making seed into me, he slid his cock out of me and sat beside me on the couch. I pulled myself up, furious with him for not pulling out when I had begged him not to cum in me and I began to try and get dressed. I told him, "This will be the last time you fuck. This process repeated itself four more times, before Lonna eventuallyfolded up the paper, and put it in her pouch. "That tree-forsaken..."Lonna muttered to herself. "She better not have been spying on me lastnight, or... branch and root, I'll kill her myself!" What happened last night?" Joanie asked, curious."None of your business," Lonna snapped, before seeming to think betterof it. "I mean... It was something personal, is all." Melissa was sureof it, this time: Lonna was blushing.Melissa. “Did I dress well enough to please you?” she asked. “I did the best I thought I could get away with.”She flipped her white skirt up and exposed her lacy red panties. She looked sexy as hell in the white tennis outfit with her slutty red lingerie. “Yes. You did very well,” I told her. “I appreciate your mind. You just happened to have sexy red underwear with you.”“You told me I had to take a picture for you every day,” she said. “I brought this because I knew it would be sexy. I didn’t.