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Martin said hed be a few minutes, but that was OK with Darrell and me. Although we didn have time for a full heels-to-the-ceiling fuck, I told him he could do me in the living room. He grinned and pushed my head down into the seat of that overstuffed armchair. Then he wiggled my skirt up over my butt and grunted when he saw my black lace panties. I don normally wear panties, but I know how much he likes taking them off and wanted to give him a special treat. They were crotchless in case he was in a really big hurry to get his big black babymaker into my grateful hole, but he took his time. Gently he hooked his thumbs into the panty band and slid his hand inside my little unmentionables. Oh, Mom! I know you e just like me; having a mans big strong hand on my quivering little bottom, his fingers softly digging into the soft asscheeks is almost enough to make me come right then. Good as it felt, I was not disappointed when he finished pulling them over my hips and slid gay muscle gallery them gay muscle gallery down my legs, caressing me as he went. A little tap on my ankle was my signal to step put of the undergarment and spread my feet farther apart. Then his hands were on and in my pussy. He commented about how wet I was. I don know why; Im always wet whenever I think about having Darrells monster in my pussy. Maybe he meant the big stain my pussy juice was making on gay muscle gallery the armchair. It was too late to think about re-upholstery bills. Darrell was sliding his cock into me. I guess its silly to keep saying that each time he fucks me feels like the best ever. Its just that when he is in me, that huge slab of black meat pounding away at your daughters hot little cunny, I just can believe anything gay muscle gallery could be any more wonderful. This time was no different; I was lost in a sea of pleasure, overwhelmed by the pumped-full feeling of Darrells cock gay muscle gallery ramming me mercilessly as one hand grasped my titties squeezing them and teasing my nipples gay muscle gallery while the other strummed my clit.

Suddenly I heard a noise and opened my eyes. There was Martin standing in front of me with his own beautiful gay muscle gallery cock just inches from my lips. Greedily I opened my mouth and he slipped it in, making a crack about us starting without him. He must have really been hot that day, because in no time he was moaning that he was about to blow. Suddenly he was holding my head and thrusting hard into my mouth. My excitement at getting my mouth filled with gay muscle gallery cum from one huge black cock while at the same time another one was getting ready to fill my pussy was too much. My body went into a series of screaming spasms that might have dislodged the two black dicks that were making me come, if the boys hadn been holding me tight. Instead my climaxes triggered theirs. As I felt Martin erupt in my mouth, Darrell exploded in my pussy. I must gay muscle gallery have squirted a bucket myself. It was great, Mom! I was drenched in sweat and my face and neck were covered gay muscle gallery in Martins cum that was already running down soaking my blouse and tits, while Darrells seed and my own pussy juice were tricking mingled down my legs. If they gave medals for nasty little white wives, Id get the gold. As you can imagine, our fun required a slight postponement in dinner as gay muscle gallery the three of us needed to get cleaned up. We decided to use the big upstairs shower. I guess you don need me to tell you, Mom, that being in a gay muscle gallery shower sandwiched between two hunky black men had your horny pregnant daughter hotter than a firecracker again in no time. Ill skip the description of how I gave Martin another blowjob as Darrell took gay muscle gallery me from behind again. About an hour later we had managed to get dressed (well just in gay muscle gallery robes) and stagger down to dinner. Somehow Sidney had kept everything warm and fresh and we sat as he served us a roast with potatoes and onions, fresh asparagus gay muscle gallery au gratin, salad, hot rolls and cherry pie. I was so proud of him! Darrell and Martin and I ate and ate until we couldn eat any more. We finished the pie; Darrell had two pieces and Martin three! I had just one, but then my tummy was already full from two great blowjobs. A second bottle of Bordeaux was history when I pushed back from the table and said I had a little announcement.