I'm obviously upset, and it doesn't take him long to notice."What's wrong?" He presses. I look at him with his dark blond hair, grey eyes, and lean bo...dy. He has a swimmer's body. And he's tall. He must have a million girls chasing him at college."It's...my boyfriend. Or should I say my ex-boyfriend." Uh-oh. Boy trouble..." He tries to give me a teasing smile. "Want me to kick his ass? What'd he do?" Nothing. It's me!" I can't help but let a tear escape from my eye. "We've been going out for. Mike was getting reckless with his thrust and I wanted him to slow his pace a bit. As I started to move he popped out of my wife’s pussy and slid into my mouth. I didn’t know what to do! Mike’s cock filled my mouth. What was I to do? Holly moaned, “Oh my god! Suck him baby, that’s so hot!” I didn’t want to think about it. I didn’t want to move. I hoped that his cock would slip back out of my mouth and into my wife but, as I thought about that, I swirled my tongue around his shaft. I could taste. I say 'Oh, Massa, you like my baby girl's titties on you while you fuck her momma? Ain't she nice? You gonna fuck her next, Massa? You gonna fuck yo' nigga's baby girl? Then she be yo' nigga, too.' They don't last to long hearin' that."It was strange for me to see my momma that way," said Darla. "I never thought about her like that before." Are you gonna go back?" asked Yvonne. "It don't sound like you will." I don't know," answered Maya. "We might have been lucky none of our massa's beat on us. I had put on a t-shirt with a provocative cleavage, a short skirt, high heels, and tiny panties, I stood beside my husband and R Antonio in the front, and occasionally kissed my husband and with my foot underneath the table rubbed his friend's leg. I went to the bathroom several times so he could look at me from behind in the face of my husband, who was loving the situation, always talking about amenities, and whenever he did, he praised me, in which our friend agreed and said, whispering in.