I re-joined my wife and Cuckman and we made our way to our car. As we left the pub Cuckman told my wife to remove her dress and walk to our car naked ...nd she was naked, me holding her dress as the guys followed us outside. It had surprised me when we arrived that Cuckman had told me to park in the far corner of the car park but could see why now. At the car I opened the doors and my wife sat on the edge of the back seat facing out of the door. The strangers from the bar came round and stared at. Her tongue darted into my mouth. I felt her hand drop to my shorts and grip my cock. I moaned and she giggled."You think I didn't know she was gone?" she asked, still stroking me. "I was counting on it. I still dream about out shower sometimes. I remember how it felt to have you licking my ass...and fucking it...I bet you would like another taste." Oh god yes," I moaned. She turned and led me down the hallway by my cock. When we reached the bedroom she turned, bent seductivly over the bed and. CUNT! I did as he asked and gagged as his trust into my mouth with such intensity I thought he might damage my tonsils. He moaned with each trust YES. YEAH. TAKE. MY. COCK. CUNT. SUCK IT. SUCK IT. SWALLOW IT BITCH. The pain was so much I thought I would pass out when he removed himself from my mouth. I tasted his pre-cum. I waited so long for this He picked me up and bent me over the table. Spanking me roughly I tried to move, I begged him please stop! Please! It hurts so bad Jimmy why are you. ? He said, hitting me in the arm.?That was Jessica?. Now, for some reason that name did not ring a bell in myhead. Then he said, ?Dude, like Jessica, the cheerleader, the lesbian bondagegirl. You know, the one into the black girls?.???? To be honestlytruthful, I didn?t believe him. Just the idea of lesbians and bondage and blackand white girls, on my campus, in my dormitory, in central Mississippi of allplaces, seemed as likely as a UFO landing in the swimming pool. ??Dude, remember, I was.
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