Based on "Poem on the Underground Wall" by Paul SimonRoommates all have gone out shoppingFantasies, they know no stoppingEagerly in stocking feetI pad into her sacred keep One Solitary PurposeFaces on her wall accusingGuts conflicting and confusingYet I find the strength to tamperWith the contents of her hamper I Pull Out Worn PantiesI'd caught a glimpse once long, agoStanding behind, she bent down lowA cotton, flowered fashion showEmbroidered. I wrapped my hand around him and found that he wascomparable in size and shape to me. I tried to use the similarity tocontinue with the ruse that I was touching myself. As I said it was alame attempt to try to hang onto a little of my manhood while in realityhandling someone else's. "Fucking ironic!" I thought. I managed to ease him through his fly and to start stroking him in theopen. After a few seconds he leaned in and breathed in my ear, "Come onbaby suck it."I nearly flipped, but I caught. Another three guys were in the full bunch. We entered a dark bedroom and Big Johnnie yelled: “Let`s the cuckold hubby see his slut enjoying some real black cock!"Ana was still shaking in cold as two guys groped her one either side. Their leader was just getting out of his clothes and laying back on a huge king size bed. His cock was semi hard but it seemed like it already hung down almost to his knee. His eyes roamed over Anita's body as he ordered her to suck his giant black cock.My lovely.Read More
