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During our get to-gathers, I was now fantasizing which one of these delectable men would Bill want to see me having sex with. John’s wife, barbara, was a good friend and she seemed to like wearing very sexy clothes. Now Andrew, handsome, with his wife Mary, both seemed to always congregate with Jackson who seemed to touch her often. Mike and Janice, were very sexy together and not afraid to openly touch each other sexually. Howard’s wife, Alice, tits appeared to me to be an exhibitionist and dressed in very revealing clothing. We were very close friends, but it bothered me when I would see any of these women touching Jackson in very seductive ways. There were times I caught glimpses of my friends rubbing Jackson’s ass, and they did not hide their indiscretions from their husbands or any one else. Torching his leg or rubbing their boobs against his arm. There were times I saw one of the women disappear in the house with Jackson close behing, then they would reappear ten or fifteen minutes later with smiles of joy. I wondered if they touched Jackson in some way. I couldn’t understand how they could be so wanton, white women acting in such a manor. I realized that I was having longer and exquisite orgasms with Bill as he would keep describing how excited he would be if he could watch one of our friends cock pumping deep into my pussy, how he wanted to see their cum oozing from me. Every time we made love, I environed each one and what his cock would feel like as it would swell and erupt his cum deep into my womb. I never let Bill know that his fantasy was dwelling on my mind, but with the super orgasms I was having, I think he knew I wound give in to his desire if he kept pushing the subject. Our weekend get-together’s were super hot as each of us girls would do our best Hardcore to wear the sexiest outfits. We already knew, the husbands would flirt more and more, even to the point of touching. Usually, only shoulders or hips, but some of the guys were getting to me as my ass was being patted and some times rubbed when no one was looking. I didn’t see any reason to stop them, after all my husband wanted them to touch me, to ultimately fuck me. It did cause my body to shudder and my vaginal juices to seep as they touched me. I was now having daydreams as Bill was at work. I kept thinking of them touching me, feeling my pussy, feeling my breasts and pulling my nipples. Many times I would come out of my trance and discover my fingers were buried deep in my pussy as my juices flowed. I was beginning to look forward to Bills tales of our friends fucking me as our love sessions were almost every night now. I began to wonder how Barbara, Mary, Janice or Alice would react if they discovered their husbands having an affair with me. Which one of their husbands would Bill want me to share our bed with, which one would pleasure me the way Bill would suggest? The thought of Bills constant suggestions were routed doggystyle in my mind causing me to flirt more and more. I also began to dress more suggestive when I knew our friends were going to visit. I was gangbang wondering which one would be the first to run his hand up my leg under my skirt or down my shorts and caress my pussy. I was spending more time in the malls and buying the most sexually outrageous clothes to egg on Bill and eventually my friends husbands. I was ‘pawed’ more and more during our weekend get-together’s . I had become more forward by pushing my ass back to the hand feeling my ass and rubbing my hand up and down a man’s thigh when sitting and talking. I was getting excited as I pictured what each looked like naked with a very hard erection as he was ready to mount me. I even stopped wearing panties with my blowjob short skirts. It turned me on when shopping that men might see my pussy as I would sit with my legs slightly parted. My desire for sex was deepening and I liked men looking at me as a sexual object to fill with cum. Bill’s fantasy was nagging my mind, the more he described seeing another man’s cock buried in my pussy, the more I imagined the feeling of another man’s cock. Friday evening, Bill called and said that he was going to bring Jackson to dinner as he was going to help him setting up his second business. Jackson was not one of my sexual desires, a black man was taboo. That loan never had no problems and is still paying off. I couldn't wait to fuck my first guy. Jeff and his mom carried Elizabeth over to a large couch and the other family members sat down beside them. That’s not my name, Life Giver. Our first idea was to build a copy of the mansion, first a rough draft about the size of one of the coolers. He squirmed, looking over his shoulder at her desperately as he felt uncomfortably full, her cum flowing into him in an absolute torrent, he gasped and whined, feeling a tightness in his stomach, her magically enhanced load pouring into him, blowjob it felt like quarts of the hot thick substance was being dumped in him. Soraya was there, her bronze body bound in leather that squeezed her supple assets to the point of pain, a collar around her neck from which dangled her Domina’s Hardcore leash. Adria said. This was fine for me. My mom usually got home before my dad, so I would hang out with my friends longer. He was very down to earth and shared that he and his wife were here with his wife's friend and her husband TJ. Please, your ex is here, she’s crying. Just as he thought he had the upper hand, the thug pulled back, causing “Batman” to lose his balance as he grasped for the arm that was no longer there. When his clothing was scattered all over her bedroom floor he climbed onto the bed then went to his stomach between her legs. After my shower, I filled the tub with the hottest water I could get out of the tap and submerged myself up to my neck. If Dad’s screwing Paige, then I see no reason why you can’t fuck her. If a woman came up to a man in the club and grabbed doggystyle his dick, it meant she wanted to fuck him. A lot. She pushed the thoughts out gangbang of her head as she finished rinsing off the soap and toweled herself off. Her braids were flailing, and her large shoulders were pinched back when she came, and she roared to tits the ceiling like a lioness. I did a quick walkthrough of the house while she changed into a sundress. Yes (oh, that's not so bad. My champion, basking in her moment of glory, and she wanted to share it with me. “Because it is owned by a company run by some Russian family. So does my breath, so does his thrust.