I could see that he knew what I was wearing underneath, but apparently the sarong made him comfortable enough to somewhat hesitantly not object. After... all, he must have reasoned, he could always have me keep it on. It was one of those wonderfully warm, sultry, late afternoon Indian summer days. The drive and street in front of Derrick’s place was packed with cars, many quite expensive, I noticed. I could feel apprehension growing in my chest as I anticipated Derrick’s greeting. I had somehow. The chubby boy's face showed a wide smile as his assed was licked and when the mature man pushed a finger into the boy a loud gasp was heard and then the head was lowered to the bed sheets as a second digit covered with a orange flavoured eatable gel joined the initial thick finger. The black man moved his thick fingers opening the ass hole preparing it for what was to come. He then knelt behind the chubby boy and spread the round plump cheeks with his big hands and attempted to pushed his. The other three had got either side of her and were roughly fondling her, while fighting over her face. Each only allowing the other ten to fifteen seconds of fucking her mouth. Then, the email giver lay down next to her. "Turn her over and i'll fuck her with her on top", with which his mates impaled her on his equally large shaft. As he pounded up into her cunt, his mate pushed into her ass. She let out a loud groan as his length filled her, Tears streamed down over her cumsoaked face. Now. She wouldn't go down on me. In our older years my wife had turned into a prude: Sex at night only, lights out, under the covers, no anal, no oral. She would still get on top from time to time, but that was the only variety I would receive. I didn't really want to step out on my wife nor did I want the complexity of having to deal with another woman ... but ....I really longed for a warm mouth on my cock & balls. My thought, I could use this woman to blow me whenever I wanted and at the same.