It was a place where she and Brandyn used to spend countless hours kissing and talking. She sat down on a stone bench and began to cry. Hours later sh...e returned to her chambers. Yet something was amiss. It took her a second to notice a folded letter resting on Brandyn’s old desk. She strode over, fearing the worst. One glance at the handwriting confirmed this fear. It read:My Dearest Queen Penelope, I start to tire of this game between us. If you obey me completely tonight, I will no longer. "Now what were you saying before they so rudely kicked us out of the tiki bar?" Carole laughed to hide her anxiety."Oh yeah," Tre said with a wry grin. They had talked about a multitude of things - anxiety, hotel bar. She was a sports fan and he had regaled her with stories of playing college football fifteen years earlier, and she had told him about her marriage, her grown c***dren and her job as an insurance fraud investigator.Tre took a long sip of his drink and looked into her pretty eyes.. “You exist for my pleasure.”“Mhmm...” Her moan of agreement thrummed up my cock, the vibrations powering straight into my core like a bolt of fire.“Your mouth is mine.”She pulled back and spit, her hands stroking the saliva down my shaft and making me glisten with wetness. “Yes, Sir ... My mouth is yours...” She slid her mouth back over my cock and took me deep until I hit the back of her throat.“Your tits are mine.” And, as I said it, my eyes were drawn again to the swell of Adrianna’s big,. I got in, and pulled Deana onto my lap. As our lips met, her pussy grabbed at my cock as it slid effortlessly into the well drenched hole. Her hips were bucking wildly and splashing water everywhere, urging me to fuck her like an animal. All of a sudden, she began talking, “Oh fuck, I cannot wait to have Phred’s big, black cock plunging into my hot pussy!”I grabbed her by the waist and began to pump my cock madly. I loved the fact that my wife's lust was directed at the black guy we had.